Staged Freestyle
Hold up let me spaz for a sec
While all y'all gas for respect
Imma rap with the best
And you average at best
Look homie, your math ain't correct
I break bread, then I guess cashing the check
Make it first, then I guess I'll fake it next
You speak quiet bro
Say with chest
In your hart you know that you ain't this wet
Living humble, acting like I ain't made paper yet
Jon Colby told me
Space you shit
Adlibs really make the place get lit
But enough of the fucking around
Have you bitches ducking rounds
Each rhymed syllable
Might just kill a fool
These lyrics is the bullets
And my mic is still a tool
Red, or blue
It's just a pill or two
Why you tripping dude
Seeing 3D while you in the stu
They gon peep me feeling invincible
I speak green like I got hulk in an interview
Then reflecting on a sin or two
Must be why I'm miserable
Iced out, feeling cool
Breezy and mystical
The women getting misty too
Need a verse?
Then Imma need $162k,
Finding myself in a new way
Don't give a fuck what you say
I seen concerts in my backyard
Travel with my backpack
Don't need goyard
I leave my baggage back home
In my safe of gold bars
Say you been to space
But you've never even known stars
Always mixing new paint
Stroking like my flows art
Hoping that you dudes hate
The moment that the show starts
While all y'all gas for respect
Imma rap with the best
And you average at best
Look homie, your math ain't correct
I break bread, then I guess cashing the check
Make it first, then I guess I'll fake it next
You speak quiet bro
Say with chest
In your hart you know that you ain't this wet
Living humble, acting like I ain't made paper yet
Jon Colby told me
Space you shit
Adlibs really make the place get lit
But enough of the fucking around
Have you bitches ducking rounds
Each rhymed syllable
Might just kill a fool
These lyrics is the bullets
And my mic is still a tool
Red, or blue
It's just a pill or two
Why you tripping dude
Seeing 3D while you in the stu
They gon peep me feeling invincible
I speak green like I got hulk in an interview
Then reflecting on a sin or two
Must be why I'm miserable
Iced out, feeling cool
Breezy and mystical
The women getting misty too
Need a verse?
Then Imma need $162k,
Finding myself in a new way
Don't give a fuck what you say
I seen concerts in my backyard
Travel with my backpack
Don't need goyard
I leave my baggage back home
In my safe of gold bars
Say you been to space
But you've never even known stars
Always mixing new paint
Stroking like my flows art
Hoping that you dudes hate
The moment that the show starts
Credits
Writer(s): Kennett Moss
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