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No Motion Freestyle
by Jesse King
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Diamonds must be fake cause everywhere he got his chain tucked
He ain't got no motion 7 years still on the same stuff
7 years for me from went from SoundCloud to every platform
Steady on my tip that don't do nothing but keep my lap warm
You ain't got no motion half a decade you ain't moved yet
Writing these verses my craft man I'm not a tool set
Talking bout that paper need de-more I'm not derozan
6th grade lunch freestyles when I found out I was chosen
Not talking smoke talk 3 when I say i gotta get it
I'm in the kitchen
Steady whippin no Honda Civic
Tryna get my pockets fat the weight it got me trippin
I don't bang
But my pockets yeah they be crippin
Going for the kill I'm all charged up look like you tazing me
I'm from long beach all that gangbanging it ain't phasing me
Talking clever bars I got a couple like you dating me
Spittin on the beat ain't got no hook there ain't no baiting me
Hold on, wait, gotta get it now
They used to hate I'm coming up I'm never coming down
They used to be there when I fail now they don't come around
Them bars go right over their head I gotta dumb it down
Hold on, wait, gotta get now
I'm the most versatile I'm steady changing up the sound
They used to call me unprofessional it made me think
Now they still reposting their little cousins sound cloud link
Everyone round me I got your back man you're secured
Yeah you're secured
He Tryna box but this ain't no 4 by 4
808 bumping speaker knocking door to door
I gotta get it man I'm running out of time
I'm paper chasing the 1s the 2s and the 5s
He wanna battle me he meeting his demise
Not talking yeast but that bread man I'm Tryna rise
Diamonds must be fake cause everywhere he got his chain tucked
He ain't got no motion 7 years still on the same stuff
7 years for me from went from SoundCloud to every platform
Steady on my tip that don't do nothing but keep my lap warm
You ain't got no motion half a decade you ain't moved yet
Writing these verses my craft man I'm not a tool set
Talking bout that paper need de-more I'm not derozan
6th grade lunch freestyles when I found out I was chosen
Not talking smoke talk 3 when I say i gotta get it
I'm in the kitchen
Steady whippin no Honda Civic
Tryna get my pockets fat the weight it got me trippin
I don't bang
But my pockets yeah they be crippin
Going for the kill I'm all charged up look like you tazing me
I'm from long beach all that gangbanging it ain't phasing me
Talking clever bars I got a couple like you dating me
Spittin on the beat ain't got no hook there ain't no baiting me
Hold on, wait, gotta get it now
They used to hate I'm coming up I'm never coming down
They used to be there when I fail now they don't come around
Them bars go right over their head I gotta dumb it down
Hold on, wait, gotta get now
I'm the most versatile I'm steady changing up the sound
They used to call me unprofessional it made me think
Now they still reposting their little cousins sound cloud link
Everyone round me I got your back man you're secured
Yeah you're secured
He Tryna box but this ain't no 4 by 4
808 bumping speaker knocking door to door
I gotta get it man I'm running out of time
I'm paper chasing the 1s the 2s and the 5s
He wanna battle me he meeting his demise
Not talking yeast but that bread man I'm Tryna rise
