Quiet Storm (Freestyle)

I've seen a dollar turn a man to a snake
Turn a fan to a fake
Those them hands I don't shake look
I'm on a very different plan then you flakes
Give a damn bout the stakes
Stacking grands on my plate look
Was born a sinner so them scams seal ya fate
Tell em scram if they vision ain't as grand over bass
About my word and I command what I say
Never ran wit the chase bitch you bland wit ya pace aye
Goin fuck around and get ya hands red and laced
Where you stand ain't ya space
For ya glands get displaced look
I ain't a killer but this man will deface
All the spam in my space see my hand play a ace look
I'm running numbers up the boards wit the bass
Don't support or partake that's a loss you could take
You fucking bitches double cross for the cake
Don't contort what I say and don't sauce wit the fake or the fraudulent
RIP Floyd killed em for forgery
On the microphone I'm recording this shit wit sorcery
Hoarding beats I'm cleaning my closet like I'm Marshall
I ain't here to take a parcel I'm hungry I came for all the beef, pause the beat
But now I'm back in it
I'm steady packing up rappers ripper I'm jack wit it
Don't hack critics I'm wit the smoke and feedback
Cause my frequency stay intact bout to double back on these crack lyrics
I'm wreaking havoc wit the manic spit
Gritty but super lavish dabble this rapper slick
No grace rabbit or Alice bitch
But I took a tab now I'm seeing colors and asterisks
Mad a wiz, imma drill for oil no Radamiz
Or I'll buy a bit my ethereum on some savage shit
I come correct every single verse that I'm asked to spit
You don't gotta ask me shit play the joint and then pass the piff
A prodigy when they spotting me
Soil fake and hypocrisy, coil you think you stopping me
Add a re to the front that's stating it properly
These ain't bars for no state property
This on some global shit born a mogul now hone the shit
Writing what's off the dome like my barrel chrome and ya bones get split
The flow legit nigga
I'm off the shits wit a
Thick bitch while we bumping krit in the whip iller
I mic check wit the best of em steady
Progressing through this quiet storm we call America
Let me flex on em, these verses'll put a hex on em
Breaking necks on em, I stimulate wit the checks on em
And fuck a Biden plan
I'm off the walls swing my balls like I'm Spiderman
I don't recall if we talked I'll deny ya plans
If you only call when I'm up I call you a spiteful man
And that's a bitch trait, on wack you fixate
The shit you sell ain't what it seem that's a switch bait
You World Star rappers soft for the clickbait
I'm so boss when I floss over mixtapes
And that's the realest shit
Off the dome I compose what I feel is lit
I proposed to the throne that's the realest bitch
But she a hoe bitch is known to be feeling dick
Cause every nigga want it
The power that get pursued all of these nigga's flaunt it
But when the shit misconstrued I don't alude to nonsense
But profit off of my grooves you bet this spitter on it
Goin profit off of my grooves you bet this spitter on it

Bitch I move with the times though the mood timeless
Couple screws getting loose while this dude's grinding
Off the juice I seduce every booth whiling
Hundred proof like the jewels that this dude rhyming
Bitch I move with the times though the mood timeless
Couple screws getting loose while this dude's grinding
Off the juice I seduce every booth whiling
Hundred proof like the jewels that this dude rhyming