Rock Steady Freestyle
I feel like this is the type of thing that you gotta listen to when you're like
Mentally deranged
Y'all motherfuckers thought I would disappear?
I'm not gon' just dip after album of the year
Grip on the game like a puppeteer
Mousse leak through yo' head like a musketeer
RR through the speakers like a buccaneer
I can sell y'all off, that's a buck an ear
Control y'all thoughts like the Kendrick verse
Man, I'm out for revenge like the Cassie nurse
You hear my words and you entering my universe
It's an Earth burned down that you must traverse
My life's an MMO, yours is dull and cursed
So just close your eyes and get yourself immersed
I swear y'all ain't ready, precise shots though I'm not steady
This shit ain't a game, Rocksteady
I don't pender grass, no Teddy
But I got methods, man, to hit you in yo' Belly
Hope DMX comes home damn safe
Gotta get streams, gotta get my bread straight
If I have too much bread then I'm not losing weight
I don't wanna talk about that right now, gyrate, pivot
Period coming after 'least 8 digits
I make what I love, I don't care for the critics
Try my best to be real, motherfuck all the gimmicks
But sometimes you gotta splurge and be a little bit wicked, man
Holy shit, stop sayin' that you are timid, man
Shit's makin' me a little fuckin' livid, man
Make a beat so fire with my gifted hands
Now the FL like the backyard lands
My pocket's got the motherfuckin' biggest bands
Made a deal but the Ziploc is full of sand
Now the kid act like he can barely stand
But that shit was an act that was pre-prepared
You saw my name then you stopped and stared
Your pen beat down and is too impaired
You send 16, we do not compare
16 caliber gon' get you scared
Big Dracos like it DeAndre Way
Big katanas like it Rachael Ray
Dollars just hit, I got paid today
Eatin' fettuccine and some fine filets
Your life come to an end, sayin' fin, linguine
Grill a motherfucker like some fine zucchini
Shells come for you like it's tortellini
I'm the only leader like it's Mussolini
I'm not actin' cheery
You gossip 'bout me, I don't like your theory
Melatonin got me feelin' dreary
And that chrome .45 got you feelin' eerie
Mentally deranged
Y'all motherfuckers thought I would disappear?
I'm not gon' just dip after album of the year
Grip on the game like a puppeteer
Mousse leak through yo' head like a musketeer
RR through the speakers like a buccaneer
I can sell y'all off, that's a buck an ear
Control y'all thoughts like the Kendrick verse
Man, I'm out for revenge like the Cassie nurse
You hear my words and you entering my universe
It's an Earth burned down that you must traverse
My life's an MMO, yours is dull and cursed
So just close your eyes and get yourself immersed
I swear y'all ain't ready, precise shots though I'm not steady
This shit ain't a game, Rocksteady
I don't pender grass, no Teddy
But I got methods, man, to hit you in yo' Belly
Hope DMX comes home damn safe
Gotta get streams, gotta get my bread straight
If I have too much bread then I'm not losing weight
I don't wanna talk about that right now, gyrate, pivot
Period coming after 'least 8 digits
I make what I love, I don't care for the critics
Try my best to be real, motherfuck all the gimmicks
But sometimes you gotta splurge and be a little bit wicked, man
Holy shit, stop sayin' that you are timid, man
Shit's makin' me a little fuckin' livid, man
Make a beat so fire with my gifted hands
Now the FL like the backyard lands
My pocket's got the motherfuckin' biggest bands
Made a deal but the Ziploc is full of sand
Now the kid act like he can barely stand
But that shit was an act that was pre-prepared
You saw my name then you stopped and stared
Your pen beat down and is too impaired
You send 16, we do not compare
16 caliber gon' get you scared
Big Dracos like it DeAndre Way
Big katanas like it Rachael Ray
Dollars just hit, I got paid today
Eatin' fettuccine and some fine filets
Your life come to an end, sayin' fin, linguine
Grill a motherfucker like some fine zucchini
Shells come for you like it's tortellini
I'm the only leader like it's Mussolini
I'm not actin' cheery
You gossip 'bout me, I don't like your theory
Melatonin got me feelin' dreary
And that chrome .45 got you feelin' eerie
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Ward
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