Velvet Blues Freestyle
I've been in LA for two weeks and I ain't make a dime
This shit really hard, I let out while I be spitting rhymes
Homies at the job like trust the process man and give it time
But time is a virtue
I aint got the shit
Maybe grab that thing
Go to the corner
Try and catch a lick
Or maybe grab that thing
Look at the barrel
And just let it split
But I can't do that to the fam
I can't do that to fans
Make my way up to the top so I can lend a hand
Like I ain't in the street thing
I just get on beats, giving em verses that the streets sing
Be careful the street bang
I'm finding that fire that's within, I feel like Lui Kang
When going tough the tough get going and that's whose gang
Fr tho
You can't eat with me if we weren't missing out on meals bro
We headed towards pillsbury boy, making real dough
They gotta be solid on the ground like they were steel toe
If you ain't solid get the fuck away
I don't mind if haters bump my shit today
Cuz it don't matter who you are
Got a song for you, Donny Hathaway
Let me stack my chips, give me my frito lay
Give me my respect dawg
Do this everyday don't take no days off
I got love for this, feel like Nate Dogg
And imma use this love so I could take off
Imma make a promise in this verse
Imma be a great one 'for a hit the dirt
If you think I'm lying then just watch me work
This shit really hard, I let out while I be spitting rhymes
Homies at the job like trust the process man and give it time
But time is a virtue
I aint got the shit
Maybe grab that thing
Go to the corner
Try and catch a lick
Or maybe grab that thing
Look at the barrel
And just let it split
But I can't do that to the fam
I can't do that to fans
Make my way up to the top so I can lend a hand
Like I ain't in the street thing
I just get on beats, giving em verses that the streets sing
Be careful the street bang
I'm finding that fire that's within, I feel like Lui Kang
When going tough the tough get going and that's whose gang
Fr tho
You can't eat with me if we weren't missing out on meals bro
We headed towards pillsbury boy, making real dough
They gotta be solid on the ground like they were steel toe
If you ain't solid get the fuck away
I don't mind if haters bump my shit today
Cuz it don't matter who you are
Got a song for you, Donny Hathaway
Let me stack my chips, give me my frito lay
Give me my respect dawg
Do this everyday don't take no days off
I got love for this, feel like Nate Dogg
And imma use this love so I could take off
Imma make a promise in this verse
Imma be a great one 'for a hit the dirt
If you think I'm lying then just watch me work
Credits
Writer(s): Pedro Ramos-fournier
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