Hold the Rope Freestyle

O-g-d-e-n to the SLC, need a belt like Eddie Guerrero
Shimmy on 'em like I'm ODB, 'boutta OD, see, like OCD
Follow my orders, hands where I spot 'em
Follow my orders, hands where I spot 'em

Man, I'm tryna get your muhfuckin' subs poppin'
That cruisin' on the I like fuck problems
Punk call me yellow, pop a duff on 'em
Lookin' Shaq on Dudley how I jump on 'em
It's magic, spittin' heat, toss bodies in the lake
Non stop 'til I got some deposits like Drake
For the best prime cut, put a body on a stake
Talkin' shit, goin' down like Yung Joc any day
Nonchalant how I walk to the bar for a drank
With the sweat on my face 'cus I rocked that stage
Cop the J's that got the gold tag with the lace
My defining moments shine when I pack up a space
Laughin' all the way to the bank with the duffle
I keep making moves like the Cupid shuffle
Made it through some shit in one piece like Luffy
Nothing to slay a blood sucker like Buffy
There be running in the streets when my dawgs get out
Spent my life gettin' worked, I'm clocked in now
Like Nas let down, takeover so cold
Blizzard in the winters, and the doubters stiff, froze

Pistol been pressed to my own head
With my own death in control at my own fingertips
Code word Logic 'cus I'm thinkin' right on nothin'
I ain't bumpin' 1-800 and the hotline lost as these
Thoughts of mine, but I swallow my sorrow
Dump the girl, hollow as empty Buttersworth bottles
Can't handle baggage not needed like overpackin', over slackin'
Open Adam's rib, life a bitch, but I
Adore the madam, fuck the world with no morning after
Ugly bastard, but lookin' good in the coupe colored
Alabaster, I'm just tryna feel a fraction of the
Peace been gone since a kid now it's on
Ronin spazzin', fuck the world with no prophylactic
Close the casket, no face saved, Ed Gein
Sorta matter, I'm just tryna feel a fraction of the
Power withheld, stripped since a lil' whelp



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Writer(s): Noah Hughes
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