Bankrupt (Freestyle)
Jbill
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It's Mr. I don't give a f*ck up on the top floor Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in the sock drawer Polo on me, I got more horses than a box Porsche, uh Talking bout the dough I had to get that When I heard your flow I had to switch that When I copped an O I had to flip that Yea we steady bumping need a dutchie and a six pack Never save a hoe I ain't never had a coupon Just wanna million dollars so that I can put my crew on 40 and a blunt you can tell that I am 2 on Droptop Bird, I been riding with the roof gone We got that paper like we playing for the ball team If he talking reckless Ima tighten up my drawl string Took ya bitch to Wendy's, my chain icy as the frosty Talk that stick talk like we play for a lacrosse team She throw that pussy like a 4 seam, tell that hoe get off me Never had a son but these rappers is my offspring When I drop my album I'll be doing numbers all spring You rappers might be Catholic, but you boys could never cross me, uh (Breath) proceed with caution, so sick that they think I'm nauseous Ya shit just makes me exhausted, new diamonds they fuckin' flawless I buy it like f*ck the cost, cause my flow is hotter than August Should work at a dentist office cause I'm always fuckin' flossing Hottest out, bring that water for the drought Smoke a quarter of an ounce when I record and bring the bounce (Yessir) Philadel youngin' you can catch me in South Even after "Let it Breathe", I was down and I'm still out ahhh I was down oooh I was down I was down I was down and I'm still out It's Mr. I don't give a f*ck up on the top floor Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in the sock drawer Polo on me, I got more horses than a box Porsche, uh Talking bout the dough I had to get that When I heard your flow I had to switch that When I copped an O I had to flip that Yea we steady bumping need a dutchie and a six pack Season type of cycle, get my flowers to bloom I just pray that I can drink right from Fountain of Youth I can make a classic record in an hour or two I am cut way different than these cowards like you You ain't a gangsta cause you saw the movie Paid in Full (Bang) You ain't a fighter cause you saw the movie Raging Bull (Ding-ding) You ain't a gangbanger with ya water gun emoji I'm shitting on you rappers I just ate a ton of protein Marvelous, bars are just, directly from the heart with it South Philly rap scene, practically fuckin' started it Rappers too worried about diamonds and what car to get Me, I'm just chilling, feeling cozy in my cardigan Record, press play, mix it up, get paid Come up with these hits you would think I'm up at Fenway Coming to you live from the spot right up at Penn State I ain't the same artist as the one who dropped in 10th grade Demons won't let me go Fiending for a pen to smoke Fiending for a glass of Jack Fiending for a classic track Leaning, bumping Acid Rap Seems like I'm last to rap Dreaming of a platinum plaque Competiting, cause I'm stacked with that Ammunition, grab a mic, they stand and listen You don't even write ya shit you claiming that you a damn musician? Remember my name, wait they can't forget em You cant see me, no they can't depict him These lyrics and rhymes these are my acquisitions I'm on a path a mission, and you can not snap the vision I'm the man the myth and the legend Score like Jordan, ran with Pippen They love the metaphors, punchlines, and the appositions If you wanna battle then I gotta 30 and a Smith &... I'm boutta tear this up, just hit the snare and drum And when I start spitting, I'll have em staring dumb Compare me, none, bitch I am rare as one The fairest one, bitch I'm raw as there's to come Soon as I start, put ya dog in the park Bitch, I run this fucking night, like I jog in the dark (Bitch) The mic I hog from the start, soon to be topping these charts Hot ass bars is all I got in my heart And I'm tripping, but it ain't my fault that I drawl Better stop with all that talking before coffins involved I just cough then I spark, go off from the start I ain't soft, but I'm smart, ain't tryna get caught by the law I'm like Eminem, Nas, and Pac all in one So draw ya gun, I'm talking to you rappers you all are done You ain't slick, sneaking up behind me bitch I saw you come And when I pull up on you, better grab ya dog and run (Roooof)
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