Lyrics:
Right now you're privileged
My freestyle and phenomenal writtens
Gives y'all a conflict of interest
Whenever I star the entrance line is so far in
This is what I believe he says, too lazy to correct line-by-line...:
"Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Swag
15's in the back
Raise to let you know
I got a grip of microphones
You still at that Grabbing stage, to have it stage
Hard to kick, like bet money underneath my feet
Your
organized plan
Get a van move down by the river man
Throw me a coconut, crack it open and drink it up
A bit of herb mixed with spliff tobacco
Good for a sore
the odor
These boys raise hell pushin V 12 motors
We da shit bitch, I know you smell the odor
[Verse 1: E.S.G.]
Now would the freestyle kings stand up?
Hol
killing people
You would pass it
You aren't lit, quit the freestyles, bet they are written
Bitch all you do is sin, your songs go in the bin
You won't win,
jump go to town with the Rydas on
Pump, pump go the bucket with a dawg of his own
At your funeral your dead but that ain't nothin
Best bet bad ass Bullet
trainers
All them yutes I robbed must hate it when I come on the playlist
At least that you can say that you was robbed by somebody famous
Go ask in
Or kick drum can't hear shit
I'm gonna freestyle to nothing
I got more guns than Keanu from the Matrix
Full of lead and I got more whips
Than
Bitch I don’t give a fuck, I’ll
Stab you in the gut, call it a tummy tuck
You can ask my ex
I bust quicker than two techs
Caressed by a kid with category
(yo)
Who want to get it
Get it (let's go)
All love all about that
How about that
You should come and get to know me if you doubt that (aye)
Bet against
my witness, you bet your whole life, I ain't paying em back
Im talking that grown shit, that old shit, got taxes and mortgages, I'm a grown man I can't
the confidence in
Ocean wavy, one more tip, that's your girl in my neck
Quartet make a bet, let the party begin
Barely bust a bottle open, yet I'm ready to swim
imprisoned
By awful musicians
I'll offer my wisdom
To form a commission
To cause a division
And force their submission
From a awkward position
Babygirl don't
yet
Oh you wanna fight? Bet
Leave you fuckin’ lifeless
Face down in a crimson pool
I don’t freestyle I consume pills and booze
Found a couple whack
see let me tell you what I mean is
I'm so blind by material things
Yeah sometimes I dont see whats in front of me mane
Yeah ya heard right
I hit
he didn't rehearse
And got snatched from the earth like an old lady purse
The freestyle had mothafuckas on their backs
But failed to attack from
Come then, bet man flop
None of you mugs can tek man's spot
Long way from Gipset Tally
No BRITs, no GRAMMYs, Christians, akhis
Kids, no daddies,
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