VINDALOO FREESTYLE
This shit Primavera
Only for the ones with exquisite taste
Watch that pot over there
Ain't no beef on my side
Big grease in my bag thought I had a 2 stack from Five Guys
Big order of the french fries
Talk slick get clapped high five
Only up it at them guys
We don't up at our kind
Know they want me in the archives
Black shades so I see the dark times
Never did a job part time
Made waves I ain't have a shoreline
But you niggas know I can sure rhyme
Get the money then I buy time back
Can't control when it's my time
Building blocks in the meantime
Took head when the game gave signs
Funny how you trying to take mine
Your shade can't eclipse my shine
Put the pen to the pad these ain't bars my shit tan lines my nigga
My nigga
Yo yo you HAKIM
You whip this up right here
Chef's kiss
This is magnificent
I'ma wash you from the sun screen
Burn skin till them folks scream
When you this high get a nose bleed
You don't know me
But you owe me
I done been inside jungle swinging from the vine like Mougly
Smell snake way before approaching
Big Dog plant based protein
Spiced marinara on gnocchi
Know you hate the fact we ain't Tobie
Whips won't break or fold me
Now them folks can't afford me
Fork in the road know I'm going eat
Have it my way like it's Burger King
Put the cabbage up for my kids in a minute we going have kimchi
Keep away with the envy cause it turned bro to an enemy
Know you want to see the house burn but you know the smoke for the chimney
I'm a OG to the Gen Z
When my times up y'all going miss me
Gave it all to the Coast I go ghost shit feel empty
Stick it to your face like Fenty
Don't tempt me I'm uncut
Rappers got to shut the fuck up
You ain't make it that's tough luck
It's all caps
Not such and such
Empty clips bet I got a plethora
And I unload like an enema
You put my story in the cinema
Everybody can't be me
But I guarantee there's a few of you
I done had Courage like Muriel
Made cartoons for the stereo
This rap make a nigga sick so I spike cereal with the Theraflu
I been aerial with birds eye plotting on the spot where i'll bury you
It's a sure shot when you in the view drop bomb no flex interview
Curry with the shot pans and the pots got the rice under Vindaloo
Got the rice under Vindaloo
Got the rice under Vindaloo
Only for the ones with exquisite taste
Watch that pot over there
Ain't no beef on my side
Big grease in my bag thought I had a 2 stack from Five Guys
Big order of the french fries
Talk slick get clapped high five
Only up it at them guys
We don't up at our kind
Know they want me in the archives
Black shades so I see the dark times
Never did a job part time
Made waves I ain't have a shoreline
But you niggas know I can sure rhyme
Get the money then I buy time back
Can't control when it's my time
Building blocks in the meantime
Took head when the game gave signs
Funny how you trying to take mine
Your shade can't eclipse my shine
Put the pen to the pad these ain't bars my shit tan lines my nigga
My nigga
Yo yo you HAKIM
You whip this up right here
Chef's kiss
This is magnificent
I'ma wash you from the sun screen
Burn skin till them folks scream
When you this high get a nose bleed
You don't know me
But you owe me
I done been inside jungle swinging from the vine like Mougly
Smell snake way before approaching
Big Dog plant based protein
Spiced marinara on gnocchi
Know you hate the fact we ain't Tobie
Whips won't break or fold me
Now them folks can't afford me
Fork in the road know I'm going eat
Have it my way like it's Burger King
Put the cabbage up for my kids in a minute we going have kimchi
Keep away with the envy cause it turned bro to an enemy
Know you want to see the house burn but you know the smoke for the chimney
I'm a OG to the Gen Z
When my times up y'all going miss me
Gave it all to the Coast I go ghost shit feel empty
Stick it to your face like Fenty
Don't tempt me I'm uncut
Rappers got to shut the fuck up
You ain't make it that's tough luck
It's all caps
Not such and such
Empty clips bet I got a plethora
And I unload like an enema
You put my story in the cinema
Everybody can't be me
But I guarantee there's a few of you
I done had Courage like Muriel
Made cartoons for the stereo
This rap make a nigga sick so I spike cereal with the Theraflu
I been aerial with birds eye plotting on the spot where i'll bury you
It's a sure shot when you in the view drop bomb no flex interview
Curry with the shot pans and the pots got the rice under Vindaloo
Got the rice under Vindaloo
Got the rice under Vindaloo
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Writer(s): Khaleefa Muhammad
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