FULLY WILD FREESTYLE 3

WildMob
Fully
I'm in New York we be raising the bar
Up in the valley rock like a guitar
And I'm freestyling I'm on the radar
Yea they fuck up when they put me on stage
Hop on the track and you know imma rage
I was seven when I hopped off the porch
Road to a milli yea I'm on the course
Fuck on yo bitch cut her off and divorce
I am a demon ain't got no remorse
Need me a milli don't need no Patek
Obeahman ah wuk e magic
Doing so good I be making em sick
Shut up yo mouth don't get hit wit da stick
72 Demons yea that is my clique
Kabbalah that is the black man magic
Sending them shots and you cannot dodge it
Snatching yo life Holy Shit it's tragic
Death is the only way you cannot live
He fuck around he get hit with the mac
Okay Labbaba make them demons attack
I got a shooter he smoking on crack
I got a bad bitch you know that she black
Shoot at yo belly yea shoot at yo hat
I took yo life no you won't get it back
Everyday I wake up I get a stack
I need a blicky I hit the Polack
I switch it up then a nigga get zapped
I'm with the devil yea we made a pact
That nigga talked so I he had to get clapped
I need some money now I'm doing tax
Negus be sad better give em Prozac
I turn it up nigga I get it lit
Walking on Negus like I pop a zit
Hop in the booth and I empty the clip

I'm in New York we be raising the bar
Up in the valley rock like a guitar
And I'm freestyling I'm on the radar
Yea they fuck up when they put me on stage
Hop on the track and you know imma rage
I was seven when I hopped off the porch
Road to a milli yea I'm on the course
Fuck on yo bitch cut her off and divorce
I am a demon ain't got no remorse
Need me a milli don't need no Patek
Obeahman ah wuk e magic
Doing so good I be making em sick
Shut up yo mouth don't get hit wit da stick
72 Demons yea that is my clique
Kabbalah that is the black man magic
Sending them shots and you cannot dodge it
Snatching yo life Holy Shit it's tragic
Death is the only way you cannot live
He fuck around he get hit with the mac
Okay Labbaba make them demons attack
I got a shooter he smoking on crack
I got a bad bitch you know that she black
Shoot at yo belly yea shoot at yo hat
I took yo life no you won't get it back
Everyday I wake up I get a stack
I need a blicky I hit the Polack
I switch it up then a nigga get zapped
I'm with the devil yea we made a pact
That nigga talked so I he had to get clapped
I need some money now I'm doing tax
Negus be sad better give em Prozac
I turn it up nigga I get it lit
Walking on Negus like I pop a zit
Hop in the booth and I empty the clip



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Writer(s): Witcliffe Cunningham
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