Bounce Back Freestyle
I only appear In courtesy of the dollar bill and rhyming Ill
With Ptsd from dreams of my cousin being alive
My Illusions gonna have to pop a pill
These Oxys dissolving in my palm look like they hallucinating with me
I'm losing it even opps telling me I gotta chill
Who's gonna sing about me after my pride gets killed?
When hip hop denied me it was honor still
Forreal
I'll Tear synonyms til different tiers of lyricist tears form
This type of sickening is air born
This is me performing at bare minimum but for you simpletons
It'll be rare form
If I become anymore electrifying in here storms'll get jealous in fear
Knowing these death sentences serves as a fair warning
Electrocuting is solely defined as the kill moment
And Execution the only time that they'll cheer for him
My heart is resting in pieces While my Neck is on sea sick
Can't put my heart of my sleeve
Cause what I'm dressed in is sleeveless
Known for the offense But Im all about protecting my name
Guess You can say that I'm a little more obsessed with the defense
The Craigs was deadly way before everybody in my section was grieving
I appreciate the blessings that we were receiving
But keep the pity cause that's something that was never needed
Ever
I'll Trample you to this anthem and Make God sample the kicks
I'm Damn good at this might need a hand for how Im handling
Being a handful but having a handful of hits
It's crazy how numb is a feeling
Whoever said the sky is the limit's too comfortable
Me and my nîggas more comfy
Tryna punch through the ceilings and all
Pen is so ill but I'm healing them all
Been through so much bullshit unrevealed
That the shit that I'm spilling got my villains in awe
Mannerisms to start a rap war
I got more ammunition to fill my ammunition with Black Swords
Vandalism on tracks for you To analyze
And damage lives panic cry stand in line
As you channel this wisdom on fast forward
Plumeting backwards I'd be humble just humming this back
Battling You Mumbling Rappers
Shooting my shot the gun come with attachments
It'll sound like rumbles of somebody fumbling somebody's casket
I can't retire the goat when
All This Water down shit popping
It's quiet for me to stop jotting these quotes
So Before I ever drop my pen
You could hear a pin drop in the ocean
I'm hip hops drill stop and y'all still ain't topping my old shit
Aww shit
Yea
R.I.P. The Goat
Forever
With Ptsd from dreams of my cousin being alive
My Illusions gonna have to pop a pill
These Oxys dissolving in my palm look like they hallucinating with me
I'm losing it even opps telling me I gotta chill
Who's gonna sing about me after my pride gets killed?
When hip hop denied me it was honor still
Forreal
I'll Tear synonyms til different tiers of lyricist tears form
This type of sickening is air born
This is me performing at bare minimum but for you simpletons
It'll be rare form
If I become anymore electrifying in here storms'll get jealous in fear
Knowing these death sentences serves as a fair warning
Electrocuting is solely defined as the kill moment
And Execution the only time that they'll cheer for him
My heart is resting in pieces While my Neck is on sea sick
Can't put my heart of my sleeve
Cause what I'm dressed in is sleeveless
Known for the offense But Im all about protecting my name
Guess You can say that I'm a little more obsessed with the defense
The Craigs was deadly way before everybody in my section was grieving
I appreciate the blessings that we were receiving
But keep the pity cause that's something that was never needed
Ever
I'll Trample you to this anthem and Make God sample the kicks
I'm Damn good at this might need a hand for how Im handling
Being a handful but having a handful of hits
It's crazy how numb is a feeling
Whoever said the sky is the limit's too comfortable
Me and my nîggas more comfy
Tryna punch through the ceilings and all
Pen is so ill but I'm healing them all
Been through so much bullshit unrevealed
That the shit that I'm spilling got my villains in awe
Mannerisms to start a rap war
I got more ammunition to fill my ammunition with Black Swords
Vandalism on tracks for you To analyze
And damage lives panic cry stand in line
As you channel this wisdom on fast forward
Plumeting backwards I'd be humble just humming this back
Battling You Mumbling Rappers
Shooting my shot the gun come with attachments
It'll sound like rumbles of somebody fumbling somebody's casket
I can't retire the goat when
All This Water down shit popping
It's quiet for me to stop jotting these quotes
So Before I ever drop my pen
You could hear a pin drop in the ocean
I'm hip hops drill stop and y'all still ain't topping my old shit
Aww shit
Yea
R.I.P. The Goat
Forever
Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Craig
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