Cudi Freestyle

Yea
Uh
Yea
Yea
Op hold choppa
Man gon chief like keef but ain't soap opera
Twist up lips gon lock up while i eat and smoke this rasta
Shoes i stock up hotline bling so it ain't no ting so proper
So it ain't no stop up
No games for oppers
G series that been the music
That shit been right down till my end time
Man drink lean like NyQuil this shit be right past my bedtime
Ain't makin no headlines
Till you see that fed time
Red eyes, enzymes, been high, team fly, been right on a incline
While i was in putting in work
You was on the sidelines wish you had it
Neva understood my route
They was they was stuck in traffic couldn't catch it
Passed up on this man now
They stuck on stupid that's just tragic
Before they was calling me Cuba
Already had that game on drastic
Number 1 draft pick
Shoes in plastic
Paid my dues on auto
Jet gone land in Cabo
Man have penthouse dreams like condo
Gun go clap like bravo
If op want smoke then like pronto
Neva gon stop til my team on top
And we all break bread tomorrow



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Writer(s): Alex Kausal
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