LB Freestyle

Why you always working
Bitch I gotta run it up
And if you ask about me I ain't never gave a fuck
I'm headed for the top and I ain't never letting up
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Really meant to stop smoking like a year ago
Here I am rolling up in the studio
Yeah I'm prezidential that's what you gotta know
Yeah I'm prezidential that's what you gotta know

Gotta cut my grass been seeing too many snakes
If you ain't on a mission then nigga you in the way
A natural born hustler I gotta get paid
And if one don't work then I got a hundred ways

They call me lyrical cause' everything I spit is metaphysical
It's pivotal so please keep the hating to a minimum
Sorry you can't eat with me you can't keep it real enough
Nah don't keep it real enough
Got to do it (got to do it)
Got to do it (got to do it)
Got to prove it (got to prove it)
Got to prove it (got to prove it)
About to lose it (about to lose it)
About to lose it (about to lose it)
God knew what he was doing with the picking and the choosing

Got to do it (got to do it)
Got to do it (got to do it)
Got to prove it (got to prove it)
Got to prove it (got to prove it)
About to lose it (about to lose it)
About to lose it (about to lose it)
God knew what he was doing with the

God knew what he was doing with the picking and the choosing
Had so much to gain wasn't too much I was losing
Was sleeping on myself
Now it's a point I gotta prove it
If Lyric ain't say it then Lyric don't approve it

When I spit bars you know I have the people shooken
And it's Turn Up Industries don't get that shit crooked
Even on they best
They ain't fucking with my worst shit
Nah they ain't fucking with my worst shit

I'm so cold that I'm icy
Attitude a little feisty
I know these niggas want to bite me
But my blood a little spicy
I know some people want to wife me
But to be real that ain't likely
I think they calling scam likely
Hang up the phone I ain't ya wifey, nigga

Got to do it (got to do it)
Got to do it (got to do it)
Got to prove it (got to prove it)
Got to prove it (got to prove it)
About to lose it (about to lose it)
About to lose it (about to lose it)
God knew what he was doing with the picking and the choosing
Got to do it (got to do it)
Got to do it (got to do it)
Got to prove it (got to prove it)
Got to prove it (got to prove it)
About to lose it (about to lose it)
About to lose it (about to lose it)
God knew what he was doing with the picking and the choosing
Yeah he did
It's LB
You know me
Shoutout to all my shorties you feel me
Shoutout to Chillz
It's Turn Up Industries where if you ain't turnt you gotta get turnt
Ya dig
Stay prezidential baby



Credits
Writer(s): Rachelle Macias
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