Shoutout Freestyle Lyrics

This isn't about my skill

Or about me being ill

But if they tried to take me To prison

I'll be bring them bars

I got the will of a Christian, Ya I'm crossing them arms

Little did you ever hear me mention that I go harder than a on a male pornstar

But I Got 5s from these streets, cream of the crop

You read'em and weep, you shoot for the moon, I shoot for the stars

My lyrics fill a room, and you know I always gonna hit my mark

Hawkeye's heart

I'm kinda like shot in the dark with a lawn dart

Better make like a backpack, stay back

You could get the glock in a flash

But you remind me of a plunger, you better stop bring up old

So Let My music show I'm the gunner ya I'm always spitting out whole clips

Oh, that's the freaken magazine

Ha ha ha