1026 Freestyle

I can feel my destiny manifesting
But the routes that I've taken are unexpected
A right hand writer
Southpaw type raps
Y'all performing one size fits all when you type cap
So I guess we got a doozie
Like a local groupie tryna sexually abuse me
Like I hit the whiskey doin' 50 but it's cruisin'
Like a schizophrenic dipped trippy sticks in his Lucy
I stepped in the booth ruthless
And spit this shit like I'm toothless
Leaves fallin', finally Autumn
But where your fruits is
Sick of niggas harvesting garbage
Yelling what truth is, baby
Strawberry jammin'
But peanut butter the paisley on my durag
Pop my shit like nigga who mad
Gotenks versus Gogeta
Why would you do that
Kodak, blackin' on niggas
I'm in a new bag
Knew I was better than old me with these new raps
Simple whistles, I'm brewing kettles of nettle tea
UV rays, this alpha vs beta
Y'all level three
I'm chilling on levels you'll probably never reach
Before I get to heaven
I'll hack and slash at the Devil's feet
Jasmine pearl tea as soon as I hit the session
Caught a blessing after my L's like driver's ed
Cuz I knew I got the gumption to keep growing
And coming back like a hydra's head
So I'm living life
But I'm kinda dead
You get it



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Coleman
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