Lyrical Exercise Freestyle
Lyrics hitting at a mile a minute
I'm a menace see like Kennedy onVenice beach
Literally killing anything lyrically sent to me
Mad elite trash talk lyrical littering
Meditate elevate teleported tell the party
I'm arriving late the ladies make me tardy
Shawty said she wanted all me
Mmm telepathically call me money made so
I went from Barry to Berry Gordy
Tell the label got labels on my recordings uhuh
Rode the beat left boredom like Jeff Gordon
Fix it up now the jig is up jeez I see flaw
On the see saw look at them I bet you see salt
I see they salty from sodium intake
Barry been recording lit takes on mixtapes that's mixed great
The londoners say it's sick mate
Speed passed you laugh too in a quick race
You get ate like 4 by 2. Times tables
Give you dope in tablespoon doses welcome to my table
Sit my thoughts on fine tables
That would take like 5 tables
Never going out of style
I'm Netflix they live cable
I'm fire the livest got fired from jobs when ain't did enough
Couldn't handle any samples of a candle ain't lit enough
Wet floor sign next to doors rhymes gonna soar I ain't slipping up
HappyBoyz the illest realest lyricists bet they picking us. Muhfucka
I'm a menace see like Kennedy onVenice beach
Literally killing anything lyrically sent to me
Mad elite trash talk lyrical littering
Meditate elevate teleported tell the party
I'm arriving late the ladies make me tardy
Shawty said she wanted all me
Mmm telepathically call me money made so
I went from Barry to Berry Gordy
Tell the label got labels on my recordings uhuh
Rode the beat left boredom like Jeff Gordon
Fix it up now the jig is up jeez I see flaw
On the see saw look at them I bet you see salt
I see they salty from sodium intake
Barry been recording lit takes on mixtapes that's mixed great
The londoners say it's sick mate
Speed passed you laugh too in a quick race
You get ate like 4 by 2. Times tables
Give you dope in tablespoon doses welcome to my table
Sit my thoughts on fine tables
That would take like 5 tables
Never going out of style
I'm Netflix they live cable
I'm fire the livest got fired from jobs when ain't did enough
Couldn't handle any samples of a candle ain't lit enough
Wet floor sign next to doors rhymes gonna soar I ain't slipping up
HappyBoyz the illest realest lyricists bet they picking us. Muhfucka
Credits
Writer(s): Jarron Bratcher
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