Word Up Freestyle
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna eat, like
llouis
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna
I'm like, Fuck rap I'm the illest nigga living
Thirty-three shots, like I'm flying like Pippen
Leave the opps dead, on their grave I be pissing
Tryna top my shit, the little boy be dissing
Came from the block, ain't nobody can't top me
Did it on my own, only I can, top me
Got that jungle fever, like my name, Spike lee
I'm coming for y'all niggas, in my timbs on white tee
The illest in rap, spin the block, on the fast lane
The Juice is sweet, Glock loaded, where the pistol came
The blacker the berry, hitman, onna Tuesday
Fuck my vibe, red dot, aim at your brain
How many niggas want the smoke from me
John Cena in this bitch, little niggas can not see
Going crazy onna bitch, RiRi, like a Pisces
Ballin like a crip, John wall, can't fight me
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna
I've erupted, Q&A cause destruction
Has they spit bupkiss, I then in return love it
They wanna stunt on some fuck shit
But not wanna buck fists, I beat them down, and scream
"Me you cannot fuck with", now trust this
I'm hard when I come, no fluff shit
And Mr.President, your presence came and went
And lastly my ass you can kiss
Now I reminisce on where them pigeons went
Yeah, I was on once on that peasant shit, but trey gave me verse
Now our presence has them guessing if, we stunt on them
Trey tell em who running shit) well for the fun of it
I cave in they tunnels, now it's just us "Q&As coming man"
Nah not the son Sam, more like the son of ham
They front I blam, they done well damn, I weigh up a gram
Now let's see who passed this exam
Right right, nope your wrong
Aye listen Trey tell em, man
llouis
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna eat, like
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna eat, like
llouis
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna
I'm like, Fuck rap I'm the illest nigga living
Thirty-three shots, like I'm flying like Pippen
Leave the opps dead, on their grave I be pissing
Tryna top my shit, the little boy be dissing
Came from the block, ain't nobody can't top me
Did it on my own, only I can, top me
Got that jungle fever, like my name, Spike lee
I'm coming for y'all niggas, in my timbs on white tee
The illest in rap, spin the block, on the fast lane
The Juice is sweet, Glock loaded, where the pistol came
The blacker the berry, hitman, onna Tuesday
Fuck my vibe, red dot, aim at your brain
How many niggas want the smoke from me
John Cena in this bitch, little niggas can not see
Going crazy onna bitch, RiRi, like a Pisces
Ballin like a crip, John wall, can't fight me
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna
I've erupted, Q&A cause destruction
Has they spit bupkiss, I then in return love it
They wanna stunt on some fuck shit
But not wanna buck fists, I beat them down, and scream
"Me you cannot fuck with", now trust this
I'm hard when I come, no fluff shit
And Mr.President, your presence came and went
And lastly my ass you can kiss
Now I reminisce on where them pigeons went
Yeah, I was on once on that peasant shit, but trey gave me verse
Now our presence has them guessing if, we stunt on them
Trey tell em who running shit) well for the fun of it
I cave in they tunnels, now it's just us "Q&As coming man"
Nah not the son Sam, more like the son of ham
They front I blam, they done well damn, I weigh up a gram
Now let's see who passed this exam
Right right, nope your wrong
Aye listen Trey tell em, man
llouis
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna eat, like
Never me been greatest, but the best, don't test me
You came from the subs, little boy don't test me
Momma raised a man, no bitch can't set me
Gonna reach the top, all my family finna
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Writer(s): Robert Lewis
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