If The Moccasin Fits (Freestyle)

I said If the moccasin fits (If the moccasin fits)
You should wear that shit
Yung Wunda on the beat (Yeah)

Turns out, all our legends ain't nothin' but still in the game
Or they're retired coke heads (custees & bucktees)
And if you think puttin' your hands on our women
Or manipulating their minds makes you a man, boy, go ahead (go ahead boy)

Unfortunately for y'all, see the realest back
Snatch your crown with your head and your spine still attached
This really ain't no fight, this ain't no match
Flawless victories and fatalities to these mortals when we combat (get over here)

New grim reaper of this shit, I signed the contract (signed it)
Give a shit whatchu' you tryna pray to or who you tryna contact (who you tryna contact?)
For shooters, all I do is scroll through my contacts (right)
Huntin' season, all my brothers and cousins, yeah we all strapped (all strapped)

Yeah, we still killin' moose, boy (still killin' em)
We still butcherin' up these bodies, boy (still butcherin' up these bodies)
If that's how I do wild meat, how you think I'ma treat this mediocre rap beef, boy (boy, boy)
You somethin' to them, but you ain't shit to me (nah)

Ain't in my category or weight class, boy, you kiddin' me (gotta be)
No cars in your yard, just grass and a swing
I was hangin' fresh bodies from the hunt to bleed out from that family tree (from that family tree)
Y'all makin' too easy for these eulogies (too easy)

Kids sayin' same lyrics in every song, you ain't foolin' me (ain't foolin' me)
Braggin' about money, clothes, and stones in your jewelry
Uncle Tom's gettin' paid off for all that Tom foolery
How you been out ten times as long, but half as hot (half as hot)

Math don't add up when you count all the tracks that flop
I guess it's quantity over quality every time you drop
Label flopped, because you invest in these laughin' stocks (in these laughin' stocks)
I heard you decolonized a lot of shit since you came out (boy that's what I heard)

Since you came out (you decolonized shit)
I'll accept the contracts that you offer and pass out (hahaha)
And pass out (colonized contracts tho)
So please don't judge me when you see me up in the cut (right)

Be patient, judge me when you see who dap me (who dap me)
I'm just there to give handshakes and see some of my homies (my boys)
You there to pick up shit, and they tell you cash only (cash only)
I watched you blossom as my neighbour, cookouts, I wasn't invited to em' (yeah, you ain't invite me no cookout boy)

Yeah

How you got so many styles, but you garbage at all of them (trash at all of them)
All of them
Tryna be God's chosen, boy, just stop it (stop it)
I'm fine where I'm at, that pagan prophet (pagan)

These native superheroes won't even last the night (nope)
Your Christ is your kryptonite (kryptonite)
And I got love for my day ones, my families, and my broskis (all my motherfuckin' boys)
Yeah, and bears don't lose sleep on opinions of wolves and coyotes

Yeah, that's right
I said we don't lose no sleep around no lames around here

Yeah
Yung Wunda on the beat
And that's all I need
Yung Wunda on the beat

Creeative Entertainment
Indian Fly Boy Records
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah