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the backseat
Freestyle come for free so they track me
Got haters tapped in like the FBI
Wanna run this city like a track meet
But can’t say shit cause it TMI

came straight from the top of dome
Rap city and Cita felt something like home
B.E.T. black owned
Culture homegrown
No added hormones
No manipulation

Westmoreland
Representing Crown City California, blessing the New Mount Zion Montreal
We're building and we're building with me brothers 
Sovereign Music

Yeah
They're calling me the product of a city filled with winners, born sinners and killers
Turn the corner get shot three times and that's

shit on Instagram to show how you living it
But nah I ain't feeling
By all means necessary, everything and anything before you hit that cemetery
I should

won’t find this range
I’m the killer I’m Godzilla don’t indict me
If you rap and you don’t freestyle don’t invite me
You couldn’t get in my league like

Shieks, throw them joints and 'Let da fuckin' monkey out'

Not "Hell yeah" but "Hell, yeah" in Cin' City

When I spit this here it's easy as

(1, 2, 3)

You

How do I keep the fire in me
Different show, state, city out here hiring me
Eye on the prize, eye on the money, eye on the dream
God bless with me

Aye can I get back to some real shit for a minute
I ain't in my bag and not in the trap and yo I'm just spitting
Freestyle cadenced rap like its off

I'm the man in my city
You my bitch then you gotta be pretty
Give a fuck bout a ass and her titties
Need mine like Yung Miami I'm diddy
I'm feeling

we're dehydrated
Spitting freestyles til my phone vibrated
Aoife with a crowd and they're outside waiting
Turned into a session, whole place rockin
Got so

a brilliant twist of fate
Now let's hit those clubs that make this city famous!
My young ace is live, so I pull him aside
Let's rap face to face, hey yo meet me

a way to pass time 
Doing rap freestyles just for the fun of it
Mostly when we kpaff wine
Vodka, gin and juice
All that trips na to
Cool my nerves

the city at night
Put my headphones on to a song I can write
Start to freestyle to every
Little thing I see
Street lights change and the car-horns beep

my bunny fur white
I keep my shit clean
Gotta look good for the chicks
Know what I mean?
I keep the hop hip, by the way, I hip-hop

Doc Sipps'll get

socks and go back to class
The city know they shit wack ga e na defence'e
But they won't say it to they're face ba tletse pretence
Mo strateng I'm

First they be hangin out
Next thing I know I’m out
Yeah they wan run my route
But that shit it always go south
Really though I’m in a different city

claim the throne
Lotta n****s bleeding hate, told me I can’t rap
Freestyle in your girl’s left ear, body figure is a dime
Then she whispered in your right

Wasn't like the other guys

Telling all they fiction, folk-tales, & all they bogus lies

Remember back in Ocean City you, me, & Machi was spitting all

Yea. The last verse was a warm up. My nigga J Blast done warned ya. I don't freestyle I just write down all my trials. The whole city finna go all out.

a freestyle

Yeah, no pen to pad, nigga
Uh, yea this shit, it's for the head, nigga
A lot of niggas, they be trippin' and they dead, nigga
Uh-uh, you don't want

got the jabber jaws
I'm punching in back-to-back, I need some oxygen
You know Ron, animated when he off naproxen
Ah, this rap shit like work, you gotta

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[T.I]:
Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop this.
A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R.
Bring em back to life beats