Disposable Freestyle (feat. Gecko)
Damn Will
Take me out the game
I'll put you right in your place
And now the last one to do it got my nuts in they face
I hit the stage
Ignited with the flame
Recuperate ya' brain
And then keep you out of my lane
Cameras in my face I can't see behind my ball cap
Blood sweat and tears I can promise you I'm all that
30 seconds in I'm taking breathes like an asthmatic
(Huh Huh Huh)
When you talk to me in public no invite to cypher
We's a giant you a bug on my windshield wiper
So I one tap bitch 250 with the sniper
Biting at your neck like rabid rottweiler
Keep 'em out my range I'm back by popular demand
And this life's a game of Uno I got wilds in my hand
Change like bipolar
Addict who's a smoker
They say life's a bitch my grip built like it's a choker
Fully loaded clip I got bars for 30 people
Taking sip after sip I walk away from all the evil
Walking off the edge like I reached my breaking point
Looking for a scapegoat the way they pick and point
They're accustomed to the foreplay I cut to the chase
Tortoise and the hare and so I'm slow in this case
Peak in high school don't remember your face
While I blow up down the road you'll be gone with no trace
Overstimulated overwhelmed in my environment
Stealing all my flows like a dvd they pirating
We are very different in our clothes, homes, desiring
Differences depicted by these dicks that ain't inspiring
Yo
I echo like I'm placed 'inna atrium
Gecko on the beat, I'm complacent and facing 'em with my teeth
Like a dog would, cranium
Crank out another verse that I speak
Tryna rap? Maybe step back, look at the physique
I'm a strong witted spitter, I pity the fool who
Step up to the mic, fuckers gon' get ripped to a few
Pieces, into shreds, and when you step into the booth
Leave a bad taste, picture like there's piss in the food
These bitches call me hollow, said it's 'cause I'm a mold
For all these shitty rappers, but they can't fill the holes
Cracking from the air bubbles in their ceramics
I'm heating up, it gets hard for the people to understand it
I'm stuck in a kiln, I paint my life on the film
I dodge the plight on the helm, and now I'm steering the boat
Icebergs and the snow, I put my life on the hold
To write a verse with some soul, shit I hit it and go
J and the lizard, we split and run the pick and roll, nothing beating this duo
Like it's Jordan and Pippin, we on the court and we spitting, we in the stu' with the strippers
The bitches listen while they gripping on the pole
Tryna figure which of us the fuckin U-N-O
Me and bro on a track shit like Drizzy with the Cole
Sculpt a dictionary to a masterpiece, I'm splitting dough
With my brother, and we prosper, turning breadcrumb into gold
They say not meet your idols so I skipped the introductions
Told Will to spin back the second verse will leave 'em ducking
Got a (buck buck buck) for anybody who been running
Said I'm giving y'all the high I left early kept 'em buzzing
Fuck it cut the beat back I'm done with giving peace
If this is food for thought than I'm giving y'all a feast
I'd get a thousand streams for every track that's unreleased
If I put it all together second album be complete
But I don't do that, man I value my discography
Keep it all in secret with the fear of being mockery
Sitting on a gold mine this USB a monopoly
Say I been consistent but that been sounding like hypocrisy
Damn Will
Take me out the game
I'll put you right in your place
And now the last one to do it got my nuts in they face
I hit the stage
Ignited with the flame
Recuperate ya' brain
And then keep you out of my lane
Cameras in my face I can't see behind my ball cap
Blood sweat and tears I can promise you I'm all that
30 seconds in I'm taking breathes like an asthmatic
(Huh Huh Huh)
When you talk to me in public no invite to cypher
We's a giant you a bug on my windshield wiper
So I one tap bitch 250 with the sniper
Biting at your neck like rabid rottweiler
Keep 'em out my range I'm back by popular demand
And this life's a game of Uno I got wilds in my hand
Change like bipolar
Addict who's a smoker
They say life's a bitch my grip built like it's a choker
Fully loaded clip I got bars for 30 people
Taking sip after sip I walk away from all the evil
Walking off the edge like I reached my breaking point
Looking for a scapegoat the way they pick and point
They're accustomed to the foreplay I cut to the chase
Tortoise and the hare and so I'm slow in this case
Peak in high school don't remember your face
While I blow up down the road you'll be gone with no trace
Overstimulated overwhelmed in my environment
Stealing all my flows like a dvd they pirating
We are very different in our clothes, homes, desiring
Differences depicted by these dicks that ain't inspiring
Yo
I echo like I'm placed 'inna atrium
Gecko on the beat, I'm complacent and facing 'em with my teeth
Like a dog would, cranium
Crank out another verse that I speak
Tryna rap? Maybe step back, look at the physique
I'm a strong witted spitter, I pity the fool who
Step up to the mic, fuckers gon' get ripped to a few
Pieces, into shreds, and when you step into the booth
Leave a bad taste, picture like there's piss in the food
These bitches call me hollow, said it's 'cause I'm a mold
For all these shitty rappers, but they can't fill the holes
Cracking from the air bubbles in their ceramics
I'm heating up, it gets hard for the people to understand it
I'm stuck in a kiln, I paint my life on the film
I dodge the plight on the helm, and now I'm steering the boat
Icebergs and the snow, I put my life on the hold
To write a verse with some soul, shit I hit it and go
J and the lizard, we split and run the pick and roll, nothing beating this duo
Like it's Jordan and Pippin, we on the court and we spitting, we in the stu' with the strippers
The bitches listen while they gripping on the pole
Tryna figure which of us the fuckin U-N-O
Me and bro on a track shit like Drizzy with the Cole
Sculpt a dictionary to a masterpiece, I'm splitting dough
With my brother, and we prosper, turning breadcrumb into gold
They say not meet your idols so I skipped the introductions
Told Will to spin back the second verse will leave 'em ducking
Got a (buck buck buck) for anybody who been running
Said I'm giving y'all the high I left early kept 'em buzzing
Fuck it cut the beat back I'm done with giving peace
If this is food for thought than I'm giving y'all a feast
I'd get a thousand streams for every track that's unreleased
If I put it all together second album be complete
But I don't do that, man I value my discography
Keep it all in secret with the fear of being mockery
Sitting on a gold mine this USB a monopoly
Say I been consistent but that been sounding like hypocrisy
Damn Will
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Writer(s): Cole Schmidt
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