Montauk Freestyle ft. Slouch Lyrics

It's Him

Ayo

If my life was a movie, I'm Michael B., and you'd be a groupie

These fruits'll never prevail against me, I'll leave em woosy

It's him and every time they see him, they could see he Gucci

In his closet, you would never see no Gucci

The way they sleeping on him, must be off a ruthy. Bill, Theo and Rudy

Now I'm on my shit, I got no ceilings like I'm Tuenchi

From the bottom, niggaz got a hate disorder

Learned the hard way, blood ain't even thicker than coochie water

I'm a sugar baby, ya MILF made you get Kasubi for her

Mine got me stu time, yours made you get a lucie for her

You took out the trash and you took the kids to movies for her

Ninety seconds after the second nut, I say deuces to her

With the opps, it ain't no truces, aim we shooting

Niggaz funny, Amy Shuming

Disappointing like that G.I. Jane 2 movement

At the Oscar's, Will and Jada

I'm an August baby, if you hate the Virgo, thank my maker

Independent, I won't let them take my paper

Thank me later

I'm cold blooded

Heart's been attacked

Hard to react, when all these asses keep saying you know nothing

I'm studying rap

Spitting my facts is my only subject

Not the brightest in the class but it's classics I'm coming up with

I reach my hand to a god, I'm Praying for something

Lost my mind in tryna find out if heaven's the hell I'm stuck in

I grab a bottle, it's feeling loud in my stomach

Antisocial, I don't like when my vices out in the public

I've seen the realest of the real switch their mind, when a bitch around

Always watch those friends who show you up, right when a bitch in town

Sacrifice a bond over pussy, make you a major clown

Yes, I got a shawty who only ride if the gang allowed

Some people play they part, work a lot til they're old and grey

Some people leave some scars to remind us of fallen days

I'll leave with me and my dog, keeping it quiet and out the way

Cause life's a Game of cards, why the fuck would a show a face

Took a lot for me to speak

On the things that I regret and all the things I ain't complete

And my brain gon make it hard for me to conquer all my feats

Well at least I got my heart, and both my arms, and both my feet

There some people getting bombed, duck under cars and fleeing streets

While I just sit and ponder on my monsters in my sleep

Name is Artie, I'm an artist and a beast

You could mend my name with Carter, but don't bother, cause I'm me

Facts

Backpack music (Haha)

Aye, I used to say that at the end of like every song that I did on my boom bap album