Sweetwater Freestyle
Fuck you mean us against the world
It's me against I nigga
Aye it's Mr. steal yo majesty
It's Mr. rock that clothing boy
Pop out in New York I'm still that Minnesota frozen boy
Hit em with that 3 4 your favorite rapper folding boy
Sippin' on a peach torch, faded like a Polaroid
I can't do no mixing, leave it for the white kids
Walk up in the stu' and beat it up just like I'm Tyson
She texting me at 3 AM like when can I come slide king
I'm like shi right now you read my mind just like a psychic
Poppa use to sell that fifty cent out the Wallabee
Skipped step nine cause I can't do no damn apology
I just went to France and copped a vintage bootleg Prada piece
I can't do no college they ain't got no brickonometry
Hanging with my goonies
Hanging with some big guys
Choppa fat as fuck I gave that shit a number 6 with fries
I can't fit yo L's no more I think I need a bigger size
I put pain up on my tracks, you probably sit at home and cry
I feel like I'm Arnold
Moving all this weight around
Cuzzo dropped me at the crib and now the weight is safe and sound
Fall done did me dirty, I don' eat and lost a couple pounds
Now I'm skinny legend
Shout out to my bredren
Rap game in pieces got me tiptoe steppin'
Kick you out my company and give no severance
Brother caught a case for the big body weapon
So fuck up out my face I don't need your presents
Aye, say fuck up out my face I don't need your presents
Aye, fuck up out my face I don't need your uh
And it's I against I
It's me against I nigga
Aye it's Mr. steal yo majesty
It's Mr. rock that clothing boy
Pop out in New York I'm still that Minnesota frozen boy
Hit em with that 3 4 your favorite rapper folding boy
Sippin' on a peach torch, faded like a Polaroid
I can't do no mixing, leave it for the white kids
Walk up in the stu' and beat it up just like I'm Tyson
She texting me at 3 AM like when can I come slide king
I'm like shi right now you read my mind just like a psychic
Poppa use to sell that fifty cent out the Wallabee
Skipped step nine cause I can't do no damn apology
I just went to France and copped a vintage bootleg Prada piece
I can't do no college they ain't got no brickonometry
Hanging with my goonies
Hanging with some big guys
Choppa fat as fuck I gave that shit a number 6 with fries
I can't fit yo L's no more I think I need a bigger size
I put pain up on my tracks, you probably sit at home and cry
I feel like I'm Arnold
Moving all this weight around
Cuzzo dropped me at the crib and now the weight is safe and sound
Fall done did me dirty, I don' eat and lost a couple pounds
Now I'm skinny legend
Shout out to my bredren
Rap game in pieces got me tiptoe steppin'
Kick you out my company and give no severance
Brother caught a case for the big body weapon
So fuck up out my face I don't need your presents
Aye, say fuck up out my face I don't need your presents
Aye, fuck up out my face I don't need your uh
And it's I against I
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Writer(s): Major Sosa
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