CALZONE (Freestyle)

Aye, Yuh, Yuh, Yuh
One-take this, one-take this, uh

Stepping down from my pedestal
Ready for commas, no decimals
Decibels going up, don't get the best of ya
Heaven said that iI was sent to just stay in my zone
I fold a rapper like a calzone
And I'm from bama, this ain't Cal-Zone
I'm sick of rappers who wear V lone
Maybe they mad cause they just alone
In they fame they ain't changing the game like me
I spent 6 bucks on a white tee
Came from H&M cause I ain't a hype beast
Blood, sweat, tears what I put in these streets
Then there's me who's just making a big mockery
Everything that I put out is just garbage
They say I'm bad but I'm thinking I'm hardly
What they gon' say to me when I'm imparting
Everything that I spit now's like a target
Right on my back
I got my city put it on the map
I'm spitting eulogies out when I rap
And I bury a rapper, put him in the past, yeah, yeah



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Writer(s): Grant Davis
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