Rent Due (Freestyle)

Built like Mike, mind something like Neil DeGrasse
I ain't got a type, I just mix and match
Soul black, tinted glass
Breaking these hearts, but they still some fans
They loving my silly ass
Never really learning what fills my past
Old Man Logan, I ain't healing fast
Therapist said I gave her chills the last
Session, lasting impression
I don't want the girl if she passive aggressive
I match with aggression
That one ain't a rap, a confession
You ask for respect, better have some respect, then
I live a double life, and the mask is impressive
I'm cooking up tonight, all gas, no electric
Could've kept it quiet, but I'm asking the question
Who got better rhymes? Better ask my Alexa
Sorry, I don't know

Nevermind
Life finna be a movie, it's Teddy time
Right now, it's more like a 6-second Vine
Sleeping on me like it's beddy-byes, hold up
Still tryna open up, but see they uninviting
1v1 the pain that I'm fighting
It's fake when I'm smiling
Wanna say that I'm lying
Just Google my name and Hawai'i
She want it rough, I will take it in writing
If he ain't enough, come and stay for the night, please
Teaching her sum'n, should be thanking me kindly
I'm eating it up, need some cake for this icing
I'm beating it up like I'm Tank and it's Ryan G.
She young as fuck, so I may need some ID
We can link up if you're eighteen or nineteen
But we ain't in love 'til your age got a 2 in the front

Always been known to do what I want
Got a ten in my room with a blunt
Rapping like it's rent due in a month
Shit, I had a little boo thing once
She was drinking with her crew during brunch
Mimosas had her shooting her tongue
Bragging to everyone that her boyfriend was too fucking hung
Had me send a pic just to prove what was up
Oop, made them jealous, now I'm who they all want
No saben que voy a hacer después
¿No me conoces? Solo mira mi résumè
Lap the competition, they're thinking they're second place
Featherweight to me, ain't no defeating a heavyweight
Get away from me, next inconvenience, I'll detonate
Gonna break something, might be the TV or microwave
I'm a fake compliment like, "Dope beat, I like it!" away
From a case, take my CD and feed it right to your face

I know Gen Z gonna say he ate up
Brutalize the beat 'til the beat taste blood
Bring the freak outta me if she caked up
I ain't talkin' coffee when I say I drink K-cups
Love it when the hoes come and show they love
But play hard to get, and I won't chase yuh
Hoe tried to say that I ain't her type
Bitch, I'm just tryna fuck, not donate blood
Looking at the competition, oh they suck
Talking down to me, I'm like, "Okay bruh?"
Soon as I pop, they gon' tell me they was there the whole time
Bitch, I only got like four day ones
Y'all ain't really smelling what I'm stepping in
Hiding what I'm feeling to my detriment
Room full of snakes, I don't even feel like speaking on the elephant
Dumb shit selling, they can't even get a read on my intelligence