FreeStyle Lyrics

See I tried to give y'all a fun song

Then n****s talking about they only want to listen to fast rap

So I said fuck it

I'ma freestyle on my own shit (It's Killa)

You ready? (let's go)

Aye yo fuck it my mind blown

My soul is headed to another time zone

Better hit your smartphone

N****s ain't ready for rap

My syllables spit bullets in caps

You n****s bullies in packs

I swim critical laps

Around you lyrical rats

You n****s clickbait checkmate

Ain't nothing you say will ever effect me

My brain enters the stars a far galaxy (ugh, ugh)

Let me get in my bag

N****s is lyrical trash

In the physical and biblical sense

I'm going ham and jelly crushing your face

It's going up in this place

He Who Remains in a Sinister Base

Whippin' ass like Django

Baltimore kills tew I heard the lingo

If you really want it you know we can go

Outside have a duel dirt nap popped your Pringle (ugh)

G.I. n****s go and turn to Jane

All them muscles in your face a bang

N**** snoring throwing up his gang (he got knock out)

N****s switching fucking up the game

Same old gun a new magazine

I cum on your bitch face Maybelline

Run up and fly like an Eagle

I deform iron call me Magneto (ugh)

War Machine hard Don Cheadle

Fuck hoes and all their ego's

Killing crowds screening at the Regal

Dog a hundred homie just a zero

Bitch ass n****s don't want none of me

I bake bitches beans bushes dreams

Behind every fortune is a crime

If you ain't cheating you ain't trying (ugh)

Hold up did rap fans say they need bars?

Well I got so much liquor on my record

My breathalyzer took a turn for the worst and now it's retarded

Back home where I fucking started

On this beat I motherfucking farted

All my life rappin' I'm the hardest

The universe chose to disregard it (ugh)

What do know about your dad being a rolling stone?

Mom packing up the home

North Carolina on the phone

Aunt and uncle beat your dome

Mom and step father chimed in four banks for a feeling blood spills come on

Me and my brother abused, that's what made us hard

School life was tough being picked on

Parents stayed praying to God

The band saved me, that's what gave me my musical talents

I use to pray that the devil would kill my parents you know balance (ugh)

Malice, my heart then turned cold

Sixteen back to Baltimore hoping new opportunities unfold

Met my dad after eleven years (ugh)

Met my brothers all after a year (ugh)

Two baby mamas four kids

Got married divorced after twelve years (ugh)

Fucked hella hoes I had fun

Trouble with the law I'm on the run

Went to school, college Coppin

Met Janae' now baby I'm done

Back into rap no fiction

I'm raping instrumentals I won't cum

Fuck you looking at is you dumb?

Deep in that pussy par rum pum pum pum

Michael Jackson Michael Jordan

Drake, Future, (ha) Cole sun

Took a dip in Tyla's water action

South Africa's Cape Town caption