Panther Freestyle

ViK HAYEΣ A.K.A. The Panther
Rest in peace my nigga Chadwick
Yeah

I'm ahead of this shit like the tip of my dick
That's embraced by the grip of her lips
Fuck what you say, gotta get to the pay
Give a fuck about fame, boy I rather be rich
I ain't no gangsta, ain't slanging no work
But when I hit the booth, boy I'm making a flip
Word to Dinero, they see how I'm moving
I know that they plotting, they want me to slip

I stay on my toes, so how can I slip
If niggas want smoke then I'll serve em a zip
Y'all acting like you don't know who this is
Lemme tell you my name just in case you ain't hip
Bitch I am ViK but the hoes call me Hazy
I run up a chicken, just missin some gravy
I'm handsome and blessed and I know that y'all hate
But y'all lacking a razor, y'all niggas can't fade me
(Nah)
5-1-3 baller
Queen City reppin', I ain't talking Charlotte
16 at McDonald's, tryna make enough to satisfy my wallet
Still spitting bars regardless
I was writing bangers in my Mom's apartment
Then I took my ass to college
Clark Atlanta Panther, flexing like T'Challa
(I AM YOUR KING NOW)
And that's just the half of it
Give me a beat and you know I'mma spazz on it
You niggas think it's a joke, what you laughin' at
You try to rap but you really inadequate
Niggas be thirsty for juice cuz they lackin it
I was blessed with the juice cuz I'm passionate
They be like "ViK, you too smart to be rappin"
The fact that I'm smart is the reason I snap at it
I got y'all hooked to the flow like a crack habit
Life getting crazy, a whole fucking pandemic
I'm understanding that life is a bitch
Hit that bih from the back and I make her look back at it
Round of applause, that's the way she be clapping it
Make the D disappear like a magic trick
Give her withdrawals every time she not havin it
Had to keep her in order like alphabet, damn
Heard they saying that I'm wack, tell me who lied
You know I ain't ever trippin, keep my shoe tied
Wearing all blue like a Crip but I'm Blu Phi
Got my degree and I graduated Cum Laude
(Damn nigga you smart)
It is what it is
I put it with the BS and then I left with the shit
And you know everywhere I go, I'm always flexing the shit
Got everybody wondering what's coming next with this shit
Yes I'm young, black and educated
Young Hazy on the way, I be another wave, yessir
Do I really gotta illustrate it
Birdman and Lil Wayne, all you hear is fire flames in my words
Told y'all I would be the greatest
All it really took was hard work and dedication
Not to mention, lots of prayer and a little patience
God woke me up this morning, that's a celebration
(Facts)

I'm ahead of this shit like the tip of my dick
That's embraced by the grip of her lips
Fuck what you say, gotta get to the pay
Give a fuck about fame, boy I rather be rich
I ain't no gangsta, ain't slanging no work
But when I hit the booth, boy I'm making a flip
Word to Dinero, they see how I'm moving
I know that they plotting, they want me to slip
But how can I slip



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Writer(s): Victor Green
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