For The Week Freestyle Lyrics

The mirror told me that i'm next

Tryna turn a maybe to a yes

Young king fresh when i pop out

The homies said the ego showing

But the boy a killer so i'm keeping it discrete

Niggas in my city wanna beef

Cops killing all my people so let's keep it on the beat

Plus you know the talent is unique

In a year you couldn't complete half the shit i manage in a week

Still slept on and still underdog

lyrically untouched losing motivation to compete (Yea)

Probably the anxiety in me

I just gotta get the bag once i get it panic and repeat (Whoo)

Ceo boss flow if my shawty bugging

Call ma lil mama just to give me cudi for the week (That's right)

Then I beat it and retreat

Stroke game elite

Cuz i swear this ain't no batty for the weak (Goddamn)

Perhaps the pen too graphic

If we out in traffic we wave them middle fingers to police (Fuck em)

Got the windows down blowing trees

Plus my g is the plug so i'm paying next to nothing for the w

Bleep it for the ethics

Lil shordy I miss with

I'd never cuff the bitch

But i'm showing her affection (Baby)

Can't be laid up watching netflix

Perfecting my next shit

It's so hard i might tittle it erection

Kontentklub baddies on the guestlist

Entangled but we go our separate ways like brexit

Time waits for no man the petty shit i'm off it

To see my parents struggle was the nail in the coffin (In the coffin)

Sitting contemplating with some coffee

Thinking maybe one day you could boss up in this office

To get the vision popping

I think about it often

Furthest thing from softened

Just approach the king with caution

Still smoother than a dolphin

Your shordy hit my dms like hey mr. awesome

My other chick is toxic

She told that she done with me she off it

I pipe hella good so we talking again

Even if i gave niggas my recipe and closet we wouldn't be saucing the same

While i'm buying land you copping a chain

You the type to need attention so you fall the fame

Optics they always sitting watching my page

Know it's watch the throne

But you boys stalking the reign

Mans sick nothing stopping the pain

Even with with the rona

We wouldn't be coughing the same

(Young King)