Cul de Sac Freestyle
Lyrics
Dedicated to my music
The pen is my acoustic
Every bar
Every message
Keeps on improving
I do what I do
You can't really say shit
Unless you're talking about guap
Better come and pay me
Y'all just some hard head haters
Don't even work for the paper
You stay at yo mama's house
Talking shit straight on Twitter
You ain't even got no talent
But act like you really got it
I do what I please cause I'm talented
I milly rock every time I'm in my cul de sac
I know I'm fricken dope
I shouldn't have to tell you that
I'm the prince of my town
They got my back
I never lost
Only W's back to back
My dreams are hanging bove me
Like some ornaments
If you try to take it from me
Thats unfortunate
They'll be taking shots
Alcoholics
Just know I'm a boss
I don't do workers shit
Lemme tell you this
I am a veteran
Show respect to the only one
A soldier without a gun
I got something lethal
That can end you once
It's my divinity
Mind so sharp
Like a guillotine
I'm aiming for the top
My spot is reserved
Come for me
You might get merked
I rap with purpose
I'm never nervous
In my Culdesac is where I'm always working
Writer(s): Karl Farelice
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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