Leapfrog Freestyle (feat. BerNas)

I'm a guillotine at best
When I know that I'm finna get ahead
For the spineless curious on what's next
Imma grip shoulder blade stabbing chips
And lays like it's Miss Vickie's clit

Never get in pickles Imma dip
If things turn to shit
Stick it to foes tryna shift
My focus peddling
And brake, I never can
Coming in clutch, I always did
Often ready to step to pricks
Putting my shit on needles, pin it
If they're bored, put holes in them
Cork a flow, cuz you're toast, you bitch
Getting bread like creampied chicks
No yeast I'll get

I know I'll leave an impression
Less like fossils when I'm stepping
More like oil that I'm setting
A blaze, blunt like 420 gets
Still Snooping round dogs and vets
Been in the Lab retrieving hits
Might hit Gold when speaking shit
I'll preach again

Good grief
Sometimes I feel like all of my shit really just should've been leaked
But they keep telling me I left it twice as tight as Riley Reid
Hell I won't leave when my story close I'll get my paper go see the gold I reap

I sow my ways for no seed if they go root for me
And hope that if I roll with a Milly no one deserts me

Need the cake but get forked like a King versing a Bishop giving dome to his Queen
Check me, I check mates, and then proceed

The bridges that I cope with erodes foundations beneath
My soles not the ones in the soil for eternity
I mean

The Nikes a dozen inches deep that finna soak my feet, I'm weak

I'm fighting a fight that isn't mine
And despite my pleas for me to try and find
Something outside

Of Tommies and Vercettis I see Jays like Jigga's my vice
Took every shot I'd fathom till it's filmed in clips lens is 9 millimeters

I am not my brother's keeper preaching
Shit that I couldn't practice otherwise I would've been a priest
Have to double cross people I meet to receive many G's
Good grief