H.G.T.V. Freestyle

(Eardrummers)
(Mike Will Made-It)

Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater (yo)
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement (yo)
Jokers at the top know the king is nothin' to play with (yo)
Nine to five money is just as sweet as the grave shift (yo)
El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya

Chopper next to me in every picture, Osama
Oh mama, they question my starting line up
You only find a diamond from diggin' like coal miners
Don't listen to 'em, Desiigner
The same rappers talkin' next year will be Uber drivers (fuck 'em)

Chanel dad hats, but you don't know that they got 'em
Trap door shopper, they rotate the wall
So you will never see me as you rotate the mall
330 spin, cook a steak up on this grill
Me myself and I, we like a hamster in the wheel

Rolls emblem, Black Virginian
Pull in a neighborhood I don't blend in
Album of the year contender every year
The kitchen's full of work, it's blenders everywhere
Blended bitches everywhere that do the most (the most)
They never seen with him so they fuck his ghost

Invisible man, timepiece with the invisible hands
MJ, remember the time they counted in sand Hourglass
But mine come with purse and heels
And the DIY Gucci with the crest and shields
It's too far gone when the realest ain't real

I walk amongst the clouds, so your ceilings ain't real
These niggas Call of Duty 'cause their killings ain't real
With a questionable pen, so the feelin' ain't real
Rap's John Grisham
I can paint the picture with the words if you listen (shh)

The bar's been lowered, the well's run dry
They beefin' over melodies, but no, not I (yugh)
See, I'm so top five
If they factor in the truth, I just might just blow by
Blowbama