Straight a's (Freestyle)

Taking it back to old school
Don treat me as just some young fool
I always outclassed these young tools
So come on you already got my screws loose
What you wanna go oh no
Oh boy here we go
I bought some new kicks but they dirty though why
Cause I wear them for trips not for show
I'm simply a jack of all trades
I'm tripping back into my old ways
I'll top even the best with better grades
Even as a student to hip hop I get all A's
With a pen and pad and a bag of lays
Two cents a dream is all I had for days
I'm not a gangster but I got my own hustle
Any Mc's steps up grab your own shovel
Dig your own grave I got feathers to ruffle
Keep on barking this dog gonna get a muzzle

I keep it to the point make it vile
Kill the freestyle might stand trial
Plead guilty and still leave with a bright smile
Walk out with your girl on speed dial
Oh I'm sorry your girls calling
You call me Gage but she calls me darling
I'm the man you admire no wonder she calls me more
I'm just adding fuel to the fire someone get the smores
Dam I turned this man into a charred corpse
Just got bodied send this man to the morgue
I'll lay you out like a doormat (Believe me)
Wipe my shoes off on you cause your beneath me

When I'm in the booth
I understand that I'm youth
But dam I keep it smooth
With a hundred stapled to my tooth
I can do this all day
Write it like a ten paragraph essay
Taking kids to school I think its safe to say
In regards of hip hop I'm here to stay

How can I have fallen
When I'm still hauling
And I'm still stalling
Oh you say you balling
I'll bust you down even in the paint
I'm just everything that you aint
Energize me up like triple A's
Have them going back to back like ey ey ey
Risky out the gate
But better early then late
So let me set the record straight
Screw all the people tryna eat off my plate
Screw all the people who hate too
To the homies up in Michigan you know I love you



Credits
Writer(s): Gage Bell
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