Homage Freestyle
Yo
Look
Pay my respects to the OGs
If I say old school, you know what it is
Man I took time perfecting my verses
So it's curtains if they war with the kid
Man I grew up on grime so I grew up on shelling
Took notes from the goats
So when I spray mine it, it's a fool I'm beheading
Don't need a .45, to get where I'm getting
I'm a bad boy still
Touch mic and I spin that... wheel
Powers man, them manna got no will
Came for the bag, tell em yutes open the till
You know the drill
There ain't no free lunch round here
Waiter, we're splitting the bill
It's finesse or finesse, lemme keep it real
I don't take no L's
I'm in love with the thrill
I told SD, don't watch no face
Do your ting and do it properly
If they wanna talk, there ain't much they can say
Believe I been building a case
Too many sounds bites
I ain't hearing my name
They showing me love for the peace
But
They throw shade and hate in my name
Some lames, okay
Don't step to me unruly
It's yours truly, SD
If you wanna act foolie
It's gone end up Messi
I ain't talking no Barca
Bally under the parka
Sonning rap youths
You would think I'm their father
But I'm not
It's SD the God
I Remember when
Radio stations wouldn't rate me
No time of day, ain't get no play
No GRM Daily
Couldn't believe the streets was mean
Ain't talking no Scorsese
Was tryna rocket my deposits, like I'm '03 McGrady
The only thing I changed up
Was the genre
Had to switch it up and reconstruct
To make more commas
A diamond from Salone and I ain't talking no Rihanna
I'm favored by the most high, you would think I married Juana
What can I say I'm blessed
A cut above the rest
Never worried about who's on
Cause I know the boy up next
Better know the name, SD the God
Live and direct
Had a few things on my mind
I had to get em off my chest
Yo
Pair of original geezers
That's why they wanna pree up
I'm still old skool yeah you know how it goes
Do it on my JDs or my jack jones
Special, we rarer than jewels
Applying the pressures no problem
When you're equipped with the tools
You mash work and show em the reason you got 'em
I'm paying this homage
Large up to the greats
Certain man swear they started the wave in attempt to get food on their plate
Never worry 'bout them man deya
Because we deya
Me and broski yea we deya
Oh yea we deya
Deya
Deya
Look
Pay my respects to the OGs
If I say old school, you know what it is
Man I took time perfecting my verses
So it's curtains if they war with the kid
Man I grew up on grime so I grew up on shelling
Took notes from the goats
So when I spray mine it, it's a fool I'm beheading
Don't need a .45, to get where I'm getting
I'm a bad boy still
Touch mic and I spin that... wheel
Powers man, them manna got no will
Came for the bag, tell em yutes open the till
You know the drill
There ain't no free lunch round here
Waiter, we're splitting the bill
It's finesse or finesse, lemme keep it real
I don't take no L's
I'm in love with the thrill
I told SD, don't watch no face
Do your ting and do it properly
If they wanna talk, there ain't much they can say
Believe I been building a case
Too many sounds bites
I ain't hearing my name
They showing me love for the peace
But
They throw shade and hate in my name
Some lames, okay
Don't step to me unruly
It's yours truly, SD
If you wanna act foolie
It's gone end up Messi
I ain't talking no Barca
Bally under the parka
Sonning rap youths
You would think I'm their father
But I'm not
It's SD the God
I Remember when
Radio stations wouldn't rate me
No time of day, ain't get no play
No GRM Daily
Couldn't believe the streets was mean
Ain't talking no Scorsese
Was tryna rocket my deposits, like I'm '03 McGrady
The only thing I changed up
Was the genre
Had to switch it up and reconstruct
To make more commas
A diamond from Salone and I ain't talking no Rihanna
I'm favored by the most high, you would think I married Juana
What can I say I'm blessed
A cut above the rest
Never worried about who's on
Cause I know the boy up next
Better know the name, SD the God
Live and direct
Had a few things on my mind
I had to get em off my chest
Yo
Pair of original geezers
That's why they wanna pree up
I'm still old skool yeah you know how it goes
Do it on my JDs or my jack jones
Special, we rarer than jewels
Applying the pressures no problem
When you're equipped with the tools
You mash work and show em the reason you got 'em
I'm paying this homage
Large up to the greats
Certain man swear they started the wave in attempt to get food on their plate
Never worry 'bout them man deya
Because we deya
Me and broski yea we deya
Oh yea we deya
Deya
Deya
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Writer(s): Ola Awonaike
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