Throwback Freestyle

You could call it cockyness, i just call it rockyness
You could never stop me bitch, especially at my best
Fuck the rest, fuck the reff, uh
We don't need that here, uh
We the fucking best
I'm the beast, from the east
These dudes just ugly geese, with tight pants, ill Yucky yeast
Infections, don't have none, direction, don't need none
I follow my own way, hollow, no way
Full but i still ate, i grown great, you grown hate, anyway
Stay up, stay in the race, stay up, but stay in your place
Your place is forth place, cause i be what i be
That's one's, two's, and three's
Do you know what that means
It be me, me, and me, winning all three
Uh
That's bronze, silver, and gold
I'm so into my mode, im so into my goals
Put that other shit on hold, haaha



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Marte
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