Freestyle

KiddCriz made this

Paint a thousand pictures I'ma go and fuck around, go from rags to riches
Go ahead and bake your cake, got a lot of wishes I don't roll like that, don't you know I'm
sacrilegious
Damn delicious
Don't you know I'm the man, it's your grave that pissed in
Don't you know I'm hungover, it's your bed I rest in
Just finished my set, get the pump, get that flex in
Bitch, who you impressin'

The nigga at the office or the men behind the fences
We talkin' bout the gates or the bars, clear your sentence
I know you double-sided like the motherfuckin' lenses
When you're only type, we ain't unky niggas with M-benzes

Uh, uh, yeah, uh, bitch
I'm from the east side, rollin' with the west side
Fuckin' with my eyesight, solar eclipse, far cry
Seein' good, don't cry

Reference from K-West, standing out from the rest
Watch the way you fuckin' dress, I fight with the chorus
Drag you to the fuckin' forest, from the body, Logan Paul
Cause he know I want it all, overdose with fentanyl

Not me, but that nigga called, told me he wasn't gonna make it
And then he went and fall, break the law, I don't fuck with that
I'ma build my triple rack, you know my girl ass is fat
You know I'm a living brat, but you know this ain't no trap
I got nine lives, but I ain't no fuckin' cat

Unless if I'm drivin' both lanes in my Cadillac
I know you cap a lap, let me see you run a lap
But, if you don't, I'ma go in my store
Grab a gun and show you my strat
Or I'm just gonna come over holding the strap
Don't you lack, if I feel alone
You know I'm a fap or a rap, give me both

You know I can't handle lows, zero
Bitch, you know I'm a motherfuckin' pharaoh
Christmas carol, I'm a real dog
Big nigga jeans, you know I ain't got no fuckin' fiends

Yeah, that's my freestyle
You know I produce the shit
KiddCriz made this