Freestyle
Lyrics
I've been over due, but I'm working thru
Moms to left when I'm in the stu
Flow so sick, I got the flu
Acho
Fake ones don't bless you
But, they in the circle and it's very clear
Clowns in the circus and I never fear
You turn the curtain, you see all the gears
And I've been determined in my career
I've been writing my own odyssey
And you outta see my philosophy
Ain't no chirping talkin' what you outta be
I'll build your coffin right on the beat
When I think about, pen don't leave a sheet
I don't really care bout' your honesty
So, keep it to ya
I'll be myself
You'll come back when I'm makin' wealth
A couple words to describe me
Is young, ambitious and powerful, album mode
Towering all the goals, never fold
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Furthermore, I'm lyrical to the core
You kinda cheap, wendy's four for four
Why you talkin' all that trash for
When you say to quit
Nah, I got some more
Say you got some more
Never study but I pass the course
To the left when I pass a J
Keep it hard
Like an apple core
Member I used to go out and play
Now I be up in the apple store
Spendin’ racks on some new equipment
Back on my bull like a matador
And I meant it, gotta keep it hard like cement is
All black timbs so I move like a menace
Brand on my sleeve but my heart where my chest is
Bars like a 100-yard pass can you catch this
Fast like a 100-yard dash
Never cared about cash
But I need like 4 racks where my neck is
Check after check after check that's a checklist
My mind ain’t in check but I’m blessed it’s a weapon, uh
I been workin' hard, young entrepreneur
I feel like them turtles that’s down in the sewer
But I don’t be messing wit rats where I grew up
Aye I don't fuck with them rats, that's facts
Aye I'm just to them racks
I gotta get to that shit and you know that's a facts
Niggas know that they hate me
They wanna be me, oh they so basic
Aye damn, why they hatin'
Don't give a fuck
And why they chasin'
Woah
I'm just chasin' the paper
Money driven, ya you know that's how we living
Aye and I'm livid and I'm mad
And I'm spazzin'
Damn! get off your ass and get to the bag
Damn
Uh, uh
I fuck with the
I fuck with the beat
These niggas ain't know how I do in the streets
These niggas know they can not compete
Aye I'm the beast from the east
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I've been over due, but I'm working thru
Moms to left when I'm in the stu
Flow so sick, I got the flu
Acho
Fake ones don't bless you
But, they in the circle and it's very clear
Clowns in the circus and I never fear
You turn the curtain, you see all the gears
And I've been determined in my career
I've been writing my own odyssey
And you outta see my philosophy
Ain't no chirping talkin' what you outta be
I'll build your coffin right on the beat
When I think about, pen don't leave a sheet
I don't really care bout' your honesty
So, keep it to ya
I'll be myself
You'll come back when I'm makin' wealth
A couple words to describe me
Is young, ambitious and powerful, album mode
Towering all the goals, never fold
Article unsourceable
Furthermore, I'm lyrical to the core
You kinda cheap, wendy's four for four
Why you talkin' all that trash for
When you say to quit
Nah, I got some more
Say you got some more
Never study but I pass the course
To the left when I pass a J
Keep it hard
Like an apple core
Member I used to go out and play
Now I be up in the apple store
Spendin’ racks on some new equipment
Back on my bull like a matador
And I meant it, gotta keep it hard like cement is
All black timbs so I move like a menace
Brand on my sleeve but my heart where my chest is
Bars like a 100-yard pass can you catch this
Fast like a 100-yard dash
Never cared about cash
But I need like 4 racks where my neck is
Check after check after check that's a checklist
My mind ain’t in check but I’m blessed it’s a weapon, uh
I been workin' hard, young entrepreneur
I feel like them turtles that’s down in the sewer
But I don’t be messing wit rats where I grew up
Aye I don't fuck with them rats, that's facts
Aye I'm just to them racks
I gotta get to that shit and you know that's a facts
Niggas know that they hate me
They wanna be me, oh they so basic
Aye damn, why they hatin'
Don't give a fuck
And why they chasin'
Woah
I'm just chasin' the paper
Money driven, ya you know that's how we living
Aye and I'm livid and I'm mad
And I'm spazzin'
Damn! get off your ass and get to the bag
Damn
Uh, uh
I fuck with the
I fuck with the beat
These niggas ain't know how I do in the streets
These niggas know they can not compete
Aye I'm the beast from the east
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Writer(s): Gabriel Cupertino, Quis Smith
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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