Phlegm Freestyle
Everybody think they real niggas
Only way to know is if they still with ya
I mean the type homie that gone steal with ya
I been knocked down but ya know I still get up
My enemies hella be influenced
Guess I be mentally abusive
Girl referee yeah cause she blew it
And Never leave till I skeet fluids
Every flow that i switch up
Like homie that give up
Yeah you know who you is huh
Put that shoe on at it fun snug
Write this shit because I can and it make me laugh
Taking shits in paper bags and then lit a match
Ring your shit and then i dash out right in flash
Getting litty in my bag mastering the craft
All these raps like I'm goin joggin
Twenty-seven dead like they Janis Joplin
I'm the renegade
With a higher conscience
Never fail
Always gain
But I'm not your prophet
I'm the choosing type
Never lookin twice
I'm the gem with the price
You a grain of rice
You feed off of mice
You won't pay the dice
I'm sav with the bag
I control the vice
Ratatat call me Dr Dre
Peel yo cap back
Like I'm mista bates
Lookin back now
Going different ways
Snort a line
Sell my line
Like I'm Billy fuckin Mays
I'm done with the phase
I'm jaded
I'm back with a rage
I'm gainin
I'm down for the chase
Im bad with the fate
My best
No complaints
Call Davis
With the boys we bouncin
We disrupt the mountains
No credits to you fucks
We the ones that found shit
Shoulda never doubted
Should never clouded
And when you see me next
Imma be a prowlin
Only way to know is if they still with ya
I mean the type homie that gone steal with ya
I been knocked down but ya know I still get up
My enemies hella be influenced
Guess I be mentally abusive
Girl referee yeah cause she blew it
And Never leave till I skeet fluids
Every flow that i switch up
Like homie that give up
Yeah you know who you is huh
Put that shoe on at it fun snug
Write this shit because I can and it make me laugh
Taking shits in paper bags and then lit a match
Ring your shit and then i dash out right in flash
Getting litty in my bag mastering the craft
All these raps like I'm goin joggin
Twenty-seven dead like they Janis Joplin
I'm the renegade
With a higher conscience
Never fail
Always gain
But I'm not your prophet
I'm the choosing type
Never lookin twice
I'm the gem with the price
You a grain of rice
You feed off of mice
You won't pay the dice
I'm sav with the bag
I control the vice
Ratatat call me Dr Dre
Peel yo cap back
Like I'm mista bates
Lookin back now
Going different ways
Snort a line
Sell my line
Like I'm Billy fuckin Mays
I'm done with the phase
I'm jaded
I'm back with a rage
I'm gainin
I'm down for the chase
Im bad with the fate
My best
No complaints
Call Davis
With the boys we bouncin
We disrupt the mountains
No credits to you fucks
We the ones that found shit
Shoulda never doubted
Should never clouded
And when you see me next
Imma be a prowlin
Credits
Writer(s): Bruno Barragan
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