and i wear my shades in the house. (freestyle)

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Ser Amari

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Yeah
Shit I don't know what else to say
We eating Tiramisu
We dropping that shit on the ground
We don't give a f*ck
We don't give a f*ck
You could never
The art of the artery
This album got a worm in it
Talk to em
Yeah, yeah
Okay my Wisdom Tooth never got took cause I'm a smart nigga
Don't get it twisted cause I'm gifted in the arts nigga
I play the role and ain't audition for the part
So if you listening
My vision ain't no different for the charts nigga
Star in what?
The script is part of us
Called the cut
Another bargain struck
Hardest luck
Can't fall in love with honey
But don't talk about no money
'Fore you get me hard as f*ck
I could hardly give a f*ck bout what these little niggas see
Telling me how to take a screen but is them little niggas me?
If it's a film or it's a scene
This shit ain't really as it seems
Look at the man who's on the camera
And remember what it means nigga
Error, warning
You have left the bounds of the exhibition
Bounds of the exhibition
Error, error
These motherfuckers be posting videos and songs like
Uh, oh, uh
This the motherfucking Blame It On the Trón Freestyle
Nigga that wasn't a fucking freestyle
Nigga you pre-wrote that shit
Then just spit it on a fucking camera
I don't really get where these motherfucking rappers like
They don't wanna freestyle anymore
It's like
We ain't got no more niggas that can really fucking spit off the top of the dome
Ion be up in no Beamer, Benz or Bentley to f*ck
Shit, my demeanor 'bout to be the thing to get me a cut
Shit I'm living it up
And when the manager calls
I only talk to God at all
So tell that nigga hit him up
Y'all lil shit be watered down
Tell that nigga walk around
Look what I did in my city
I'm the talk of the town
I'm off the Charlie Brown
Prolly round eighty models
Hard to count
Bitch you had your fifteen
It was hardly a sound, wow
Simon says I fucked it up
I can't give a f*ck enough
If you ain't on that camera
Understand that you ain't one of us
I ain't with that fussy stuff
Talk my shit and run it up
When I get in front that camera
Understand lil bitch I'm one-of-one
F*ck up out my business
Bitch let's talk about the other one
I made it my mission every Winter get another one
I bet I'm gon' see a couple million before the summer come
I don't even think about the ceiling 'til I'm touching one, f*ck
I'm allowed to be the power fiend
The picture made me out to be
Got bills to pay and mouths to feed
These niggas be surrounding me
I'm filling hands without receipts
They still extend them out to me
So reel the camera, now please
The script could flip up hourly
F*ck
I'm on the screen, that be enough
Throwing a fit like Pee-Wee
What's out in the Mil'?
I need these bucks
Wait to see me on TV love
If we getting T'd at least we put
All of my niggas on
F*ck all the silicone
If I get the ceiling gone
It still be us
We still who we was
Ain't no doubt
And I wear my shades in the house
I know my money never dry up
But I save for the drought
I made a bag off staying classy
Shit my agent can vouch
And if that market ever crash I need a place on the couch
Bitch
Error, error, error, error

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