Freestyle 9

I just came from the bottom, grinding to the top
We ain't never safe out here, so I put on the lock
Stacking up the paper, I'll count it at the end of the month
Got my blicky by my side, we ain't never going to run
See the flames in the air, fire up the blunt
I could eat some dogshit, but that's not good enough
Who the fuck is Cap'n Crunch? I just google it up
I fill up my bowl with some water, so then I can scrub
Words flowing out of me, like it's water from a tub
Making rhymes and some verses, like a poet at a club
They calling me Johnny Sins, I do not do shit on the floor
Alligator on the water, look like me while on a Ford
I just saw my man, he was driving a Honda Accord
Bitch, you don't even have to spend a hundred bands
You ain't even the type of dude to come here and scam
Only thing you do is talk, that shit looking kinda fake
What are you doing standing up, bitch you looking like a flake
Look at all these Carti fans, they tryna be cray
Come pull up with the blicky, bitch I am not afraid
I just beat up a guy named Tyrone, I just spit on his face
Visited my uncle, haven't seen him in a couple days
Drinking Sprite, make sure that you add some of that purple spray
Sipped on that, then I started drowning up in space
Don't forget to add some gummy bears, so you do not go crazy



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Writer(s): Seb Colon
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