BULLETPROOF WORDS FREESTYLE
Huh.
This'a the type of shit you play
On a Sunday
And you thinking
Damn
I should have some cookies right now
But you outche listening to me
So.
Lemme talk to you
They like. What happened to you and @#%?
We had high hope and now it's hard to follow
One side, somebody benefits from all of this
While the other gets a stab in the back from all of this
And it's crazy, we wanted to all the best for yall
No Gucci bags or Cars but some land for yall
Politics from the government got you sad and all
You ever needed was assistance and maybe a little more
Like a suckerpunch, this nigga went and took it all
Told my nigga we are dealing with an asshole
And he's momma knows it, yes he's father knows it
Show me a nigga who was born to make this world his profit
And sadly I ain't got a jealous bone
I been killing it on the rap scene on every single tone
Got 20 songs waiting for me but I don't do this all alone
I'm not a backstabbing bastards, I share the profits with my goons
#Subscribe to me, and fuck the rumors
They call me Zeus but half of the time, I'm Buddha
Got the wisdom next to my neck like the medulla
I'm Still shifting real space like computers
CHECK,, I would rather die, come back in another life
Kill his whole family and end his fucken bloodline
Make sure that if he comes back, he's turned into a poccupine
Give him a good defense but not against a ninenine
This'a the type of shit you play
On a Sunday
And you thinking
Damn
I should have some cookies right now
But you outche listening to me
So.
Lemme talk to you
They like. What happened to you and @#%?
We had high hope and now it's hard to follow
One side, somebody benefits from all of this
While the other gets a stab in the back from all of this
And it's crazy, we wanted to all the best for yall
No Gucci bags or Cars but some land for yall
Politics from the government got you sad and all
You ever needed was assistance and maybe a little more
Like a suckerpunch, this nigga went and took it all
Told my nigga we are dealing with an asshole
And he's momma knows it, yes he's father knows it
Show me a nigga who was born to make this world his profit
And sadly I ain't got a jealous bone
I been killing it on the rap scene on every single tone
Got 20 songs waiting for me but I don't do this all alone
I'm not a backstabbing bastards, I share the profits with my goons
#Subscribe to me, and fuck the rumors
They call me Zeus but half of the time, I'm Buddha
Got the wisdom next to my neck like the medulla
I'm Still shifting real space like computers
CHECK,, I would rather die, come back in another life
Kill his whole family and end his fucken bloodline
Make sure that if he comes back, he's turned into a poccupine
Give him a good defense but not against a ninenine
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Writer(s): Joey Moeti, Lehlohonolo
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