Freak Cant Rap

Heard a couple niggas said freak can't rap
Nigga must tired of hearing his bitch sing my tracks
Cause that shit cap
Talking out his neck I got niggas mad I'm in my bag
Only problem I tryn have is popping all these rubber bands

And I'm the illest of em all
Ain't get my credit or no props don't give a fuck bout no blogs
Fuck up the aux
You might as well run it back when I start
Told me to stay in school but you can't tell me how to play my cards

Uh uh
Yea we the youngest in charge
Uh uh
I'm coming in with my dawgs

Lil shawty shaking all that ass she gave a round of applause
If Iont feel it I ain't in it give a fuck bout the cost
Im gon be good regardless I'm good with God in the heart
Too much fake shit around us I move in silence I'm smart
I'm Ray Charles to the bullshit nigga I thrive in the dark
I'm just scratching the surface I still got time to evolve
You can miss me with that miss you shit I know its a fraud
Ofc you miss me when I'm doing good I know it's facade

Bitches acting sadity but worth as much as penny
We work from sun up to sun up we get this shit from the gritty
302 in the building I'm putting on for my city
I told my granny won't be long until I touch me a Milly

Im at the top line
If im lying im flying
If you can't get a bag it's cause you worried bout mine
Or you worried his
Or worried bout hers
I know clocking niggas pockets get you put in the dirt
You don't want a better life nigga you making it worse
Man I'm just tryn get a dub cause that losing shit hurt
Facts

Who said freak cant rap

Who said freak can't rap

Who said freak can't rap

Niggas talking out they ass cause they know that shit cap

Who said freak cant rap

Who said freak can't rap

Who said freak can't rap

Niggas talking out they ass cause they know that shit cap

They said pressure bust pipes
But ima diamond I shine
Started off in the ruff
Watch how I fucking buss down
Born rich watch how we run it bet a bean on it now
Know I'm beating up the beat they trynna throwing the towel

Can't control it my flow the coldest
Do this shit in my sleep
Crowd controller go through the motions I do this shit with ease
Better focus I'm finna smoke em hit the gas ima leave
Bitch I'm floating know what we smoking I'm off plat and the feet

I ain't no showboat
But ima flex a little bit fasho

I'm in go mode
Said bro stay on they necks let's up the score

What's ya motive
Tryna stay close in case I blow
Ain't my homie ain't no bro
You a groupie you a hoe

I'm just tryna get the record straight
This the winners camp so I can't settle for no second place
Niggas ain't never put that work in I guess they can't relate
Ask me how I'm feeling say I'm living so I can't complain
Fr this shit run through my veins

Who said freak cant rap

Who said freak can't rap

Who said freak can't rap

If you ever think that shit again just run this shit back



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Writer(s): Zion Carr
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