SZA (Freestyle) Lyrics

They been waiting on me, so I'm here

They thought I was sleeping

They thought I was sick

I was learning to ball, learning to spit

And I only speak when I ought to speak, my nigga

And still can't chew no beef, my nigga

And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga

Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga

From this side, we slide; you get that nigga?

Hot flows, I can see

I got goals to achieve

So I ask God on my knees

Whoever judging, "nigga, please!"

Collecting bills like I'm S.Z.A.

This is practice on a freestyle

Bumping "Off-Season" in my ears now

What you looking forward to? Easter!

It's a real nigga, digging 6 figures

Trying to get bigger nonstop

I done left niggas trying to fake lyrics

Cause I'm best spitting hot flows

These niggas don't know no goals

I'm feeling like King Kong going G.O.A.T

Composing cause all songs dope gold

And deposit my dough no more broke

I'm sick of the flops; I'm sick of this shit

Pretending it's bars (sick of this shit)

I bring a new world, beginning my work

It's a kick at the door (I'm sick of this shit)

I'm dribbling past defenses

I'm keeping my talk offensive

I JID at the ground you dancing

And I took a lil nap for resting

I'm keeping my style too basic

I'm shooting the stars not aiming

I'm living on Mars I'm Alien

Cadence be disturbing on every occasion

I wanna move to a foreign location

Kungfu this beat like I'm Asian

New school, old school I am phasing

I can show, but I cannot tell this

Elvis

Heard the verse, said it's metaverse

But he ain't really first, girl heard it first

We ain't slurp, doesn't even hurt

When she giving me Pelvis, yo

Hope we get a chance to fold

And get us a place to home, yeah

They been waiting on me

And so I'm here

They thought I was sleeping

They thought I was sick

I was learning to ball

Learning to spit

And I only speak

When I ought to speak, my nigga

And still can't chew no beef, my nigga

And I still can't do no spliff, my nigga

Chill now, peace sign, freestyle nigga

From this side we slide, you get that nigga?

Hot flows, I can see

I got goals to achieve

So I ask God on my knees

Whoever judging, "nigga please!"

Collecting bills like I'm SZA

This is practice on a freestyle

Bumping "Off-Season" in my ears now

What you looking forward to? Easter

(this next verse though, iyi verse)

[verse 2]

I'm counting my days, and my days never long enough

Trying to make amends, even when I'm getting off of a-

Cliff and the trends, never catch a nigga fall for that

I'm down for the change, but a chain never fall for that

Trap all these fans, I'mma duck all the trends

Overtake every car, and I'mma speed on this lane

And I'm slaying these bars, like I'm Slim Shady

I slapped that budget, I'm not even fancy

Ayy, I'm not even fancy I come from Kigali

You know the change that I'm chasing won't allow me to party

I'm outing some Gees, and I'm outing these feelings

And I'm venting, I'm venting I'm running for the keys I-

Don't flex I know where peace lies

Freestyles and confidence in God

Big dawgs and trust on my own fam

3 times I'm going for the Big Bang

And I'm pushing that button for real Gang

I'm coming, I'm bombing, Nagasaki, Vietnam

Kigali on fire, get ready on God

Woah, I look at the trees and leaves and kids and I think to myself what a wonderful world

I figured the secret to keep it one hundred keeps beefs outside of the door

I could tell you my biggest fear oh God, is I die without being the goat

Yeah, I keep it on 5on5; I'm always on time

You know that my mission gon keep me high

I told that demon it won't take me alive

I'm fucking with you, you know how we do

I'm savage, I'm wilding, I'm writing my truths

I'm at peace when I'm rhyming; I'm rapping

The problems I'm floating above 'em

This got me addicted when I'm out in the Stu

The feelings of feeling neglected don't hurt me when I know they lacking an ounce of clue.

I'm down for this; I'm dog off the leash

They know I'm a King; in my town, I'm a kid

But they gon' give me the keys to the streets and Kingdom

This ain't no game for the beef; you know what time that it is

(You know what time it is)

It's Kraft o' Clock