Radamiz - Oprah Freestyle Lyrics

I'ma need some proof
Where's the lie detector yo?
I'ma need the truth

Don't expect all talent to hit 1,000,000 views
Like you can't expect the realist shit to be displayed on the news
Pussies sell out for fame, you Pro-Tools prostitute
When you ain't never had enough then what you got to lose?
I'm gon' win a VMA, all songs like ancestry.com
I just show my DNA, bullshit all go D.O.A.
Cops still love to lock us up, that's cuffing season
I know that you a human but act like a fucking demon
The pessimism you preachin' giving me trouble breathing
Claustrophobic when you plot for losses
Been lock and loaded since snotty noses
Can't answer the door back in the 90's, they let pistols ring
Murder, murder monologue
I ain't hearing anything
Pupils white when I kicks these eulogies
How much hoes I hit like 22 or 3, pillow talkin' about the truer me
All I banged was Dead Presi's and Diplomatic Immunity
Back when we were duckin' seakin' our true talent and truancy
My heart in my lungs, spit a rap, spit out blood
Prayers hands full of tears
Turned our chat to a flood
You don't rap, you just mask what you lack with a drug
So I'm not passive when you laugh, I turn a dap to a hug

We all need some proof
Where's the lie detector yo?
We all need the truth

Life been unbelievable
The way I A&B the game so inconceivable
I master the platform
If goosebumps rise when I rhyme, fuck a rap forum
Fountain of youth been turning into a sandstorm
Gots to remind power to the latin and black boys
And holla at women with confidence, not cat calls
Sometimes I thought the lord had me blackballed
If Jesus a Carpenter then I would get what I ask for
Should get what I ask for
Couldn't get and wouldn't then I turn into a bad sport
Strangers call me asshole
I just need my chance dawg
I been hitting three's and never touch the fucking backboard
I been hunting theives, extorting kings and printing passports
I can't fucking dream, can't get no sleep, can't keep my ass calm
At a bar with God and I swear this gon' be my last call
I see no road, see no answers, no hope
No breaking point, no door
No vacant spot, so low
Feel sold out, feel no break, feel left out
Been stoned out, been strung out, at the brink
I can't think I can't think, I don't know I don't know I don't know what to say
How to blow, who to touch, how to pray, who to trust
Is self belief an ego or is it real luck?
Ain't gotta die, monetize, emphasized that I'm dope
You a lie, none of ya'll gonna survive if I don't Go
I feel dry, waiting on me to go and quit but i'm a GOAT
I know I know the know inside even if it don't Billboard climb
My future kid can't eat a Grammy when he hungry
You gon' compliment my fit but do you love me mothafucker?
Need no follow, need no nod, don't even touch me
Ya'll could be 12-foot-6 and still no one above me mothafucker
Facin' this bad luck but still I go and trust me
Still I know to trust my gut
Know I won't give up

Oprah