Dedication Freestyle

I put on for my city
Yeah, your mans gettin' busy
Who else do it, how I do it? In the city
Hit the six speed out the dealership
Call it social distancing
These dudes lacking leadership
I put the cape on, on some Knievel shit
Glock nine, grinnin' like she Hannibal
I'm here to conquer, like a Bannerlord
Workin' magic with the white
Like a wizard out the blizzard
Abra kadabra, with the green
Like I drafted Magic to the league
Smokin' blueberry
Crusin' in a cranberry
With a caramel baddie
Who tastes like raspberrys
Trunk full of strawberries
Heading out to Sudbury
Keep the iron like mulberries
Timeless Mulberry
Rollin' in the gutter, like a hog baby
I've been gettin' grimy
Forever stay sliming
It's designer, or that PRL horse baby
Yeah, yeah

She look at me like a genie
Well, baby make your wish
This the big shark, out the trenches
Fuck that little fish
I been working like a lift
Out the gutter, brick by brick
I be having conversations with LA Confidential
Spittin' crack, down to Crack
While he's in New York Central
A soldier reloading ammo
I'm rippin' out the bando
All about my rock
Always ready with the handles
Yeah, yeah, yeah

If they want me on the field
I put 'em out like some candles
PRL on the denim
Benjamins in the mattress
With the Ministers
Plottin' like a villain
Yeah, that money made me sinister
Body shots to the liver
Sending souls up the river
I be gettin' to these digits
Like a fucking mathematician
I be floating, I be chillin'
Wrappin' packs like it's Christmas
Goblins water whippin'
Sending packs through the districts
That boy really tried to get it?
Them goonies got to spinnin'
Nina Ross made him hop, jump and skip
I do the shmoney dance
When that body went limp
Stay high as a blimp
Keep a baddie at my hip
That's Nina Ross identical twin
I be gettin' to them pesos
They be pausing, like some bay loads
Them boys stay stuck
Living in a traffic jam
I be churning out that product
Manufacturing jam
I be all about my digits
Always working with the yam

Smokin' blueberry
Crusin' in a cranberry
With a caramel baddie
Who tastes like raspberrys
Trunk full of strawberries
Heading out to Sudbury
Keep the iron like mulberries
Yeah, yeah

I started in the jects
With the work to the neck
Now I got a whole crew
Ready to collect
Now you see the things
Hanging off of my neck?
I said I was gon' do it, and now they big mad
Everything digital, what I said, literal
I tell her, I want her on my face
She loves the visual
Them big notes
I be spending regular
Gettin' to that money
Yeah, that shit coming regular
Had to cut shorty off
She way to regular
New ting I got?
She a straight up, damager
Pulling on her hair, like some handbars
Sailin' in a foreign, with them gifts
Like I'm Santa Claus
I told you, I'm no Superman - baby
Saving you, is not for me - boo
You gotta understand
I'm bout my dollars
Bout my Ms
Started with the broccoli
Now I'm looking at a hundred bands