Espino Freestyle
Yo, let's do this shit, c'mon (Alright)
You got them bars ready? (Fuck yeah man, let's go)
I am the illest, you cannot feel this
Cuz I am like Elvis (Man what the fuck was that shit, bro? Shut the fuck up)
Man, what you know about this? (Man, you whack on the mic)
You can't spit (I do, check it) show me
(Yo, run that bitch back)
Gimme this bottle just to pause my mind
Don't want ménage with bitches
I want midnight, I'm on my grind
But y'all hoes just wanna grind
All over my penis, man I'm mortified
Focus on the riches, the dollar signs
Ain't no regular shit, not Rigby or Mordecai
Boricua, Caribbean sauce is fire
The coldest rhymes, killing this shit all the time
Why won't I try reaching towards the sky
When I'm not here forever, bitch I was born to die
So I'm Don, not Sean, still work Overtime
The throne is mine
Whatever Sam you always rhyme
Same boring lines bout kings, and pawns, and thrones, and grind
Been at it for years but still poor with dimes
So what now?
You're gonna make a song saying fuck you to your haters for doubting?
Yeah you fucking right
Most applied, on the job, most would lie
About hustling but sitting on the couch
I could have home in France, loads of cash
But gimme gimme more like I'm Busta Rhymes
Foreign thots wanna come and blow my pipe
My curly hair alone makes they pussy moisturize
They so worked up almost bending over back
Telling me the details about how they gonna ride
I'm on the rise, them rappers need a ghost to write
I wrote my rhymes, I'm a fucking poltergeist
I'm aware you gotta die to be a goat but I am dope alive
Replay this on my coffin side, yeah
Just get the Mac and sit them back
Bitch, I click then clack
I stick then dash
No, I'm not mister gang or mixed with that
Boy, if you think them raps are filled with caps
Kid, just listen back I'm spitting facts
Lamen's terms I'm saying I kill the track
I'm the best no cap but still they pass
They listen to whack bitches rap
They got me pissed on the low
Shit ton of show
Artists becoming one hits come and go
But I'm in for the long, legend like I'm HOV
Witness how this poor kid sits on the throne, ya heard?
Bitch
You got them bars ready? (Fuck yeah man, let's go)
I am the illest, you cannot feel this
Cuz I am like Elvis (Man what the fuck was that shit, bro? Shut the fuck up)
Man, what you know about this? (Man, you whack on the mic)
You can't spit (I do, check it) show me
(Yo, run that bitch back)
Gimme this bottle just to pause my mind
Don't want ménage with bitches
I want midnight, I'm on my grind
But y'all hoes just wanna grind
All over my penis, man I'm mortified
Focus on the riches, the dollar signs
Ain't no regular shit, not Rigby or Mordecai
Boricua, Caribbean sauce is fire
The coldest rhymes, killing this shit all the time
Why won't I try reaching towards the sky
When I'm not here forever, bitch I was born to die
So I'm Don, not Sean, still work Overtime
The throne is mine
Whatever Sam you always rhyme
Same boring lines bout kings, and pawns, and thrones, and grind
Been at it for years but still poor with dimes
So what now?
You're gonna make a song saying fuck you to your haters for doubting?
Yeah you fucking right
Most applied, on the job, most would lie
About hustling but sitting on the couch
I could have home in France, loads of cash
But gimme gimme more like I'm Busta Rhymes
Foreign thots wanna come and blow my pipe
My curly hair alone makes they pussy moisturize
They so worked up almost bending over back
Telling me the details about how they gonna ride
I'm on the rise, them rappers need a ghost to write
I wrote my rhymes, I'm a fucking poltergeist
I'm aware you gotta die to be a goat but I am dope alive
Replay this on my coffin side, yeah
Just get the Mac and sit them back
Bitch, I click then clack
I stick then dash
No, I'm not mister gang or mixed with that
Boy, if you think them raps are filled with caps
Kid, just listen back I'm spitting facts
Lamen's terms I'm saying I kill the track
I'm the best no cap but still they pass
They listen to whack bitches rap
They got me pissed on the low
Shit ton of show
Artists becoming one hits come and go
But I'm in for the long, legend like I'm HOV
Witness how this poor kid sits on the throne, ya heard?
Bitch
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Writer(s): Sam Claudio
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