Freestyle on Flex 2018 Lyrics
[Meechy Darko]
Every motherfucker with a gun ain't a mobster (facts!)
Every bitch with an ass ain't poppin' (facts!)
Every beat with an 808 ain't knockin' (facts!)
Bring it back please rewind this
Every rapper with a platinum plaque ain't a problem (facts!)
Every nigga flippin' packs ain't a hustler (facts!)
Everybody buy 'cause profit ain't only progress (faaacts!)
All these new wave niggas lyin' when they rappin'
When they really be talkin' about shit that never happend
Same niggas rapping 'bout same whips, same fashion
And bitches tryna' get real love with fake asses (Haha!)
Chase asses, [?] got an equal the rule over the second
I think the side track I figure [?]
Super bad, but you burned me (facts!)
Thank god it wasn't herpes!
Lazy bitches screaming where the surgeons at
Now black girls off white, like [?] brant
Then you got these fake gangbang niggas on the 'gram
Snitchin' on themselves via cam
Excuse me I thin Juice laced my weed again
I don't trust nobody, no not even my (self)
That's why I keep a condom on my (dick)
Before I leave the (crib)
You can't buy no bitch's love, boy there are always bigger (shrimp)
If she with you 'cause you fuck her she gon' find some better (dick)
Bitches party, party, party, like the spring break (effect)
See your booty on the 'gram and never pictures with your (kids)
Why your uniform so dirty and your timbs are scuffed to shit
Meanwhile, you are on vacation every weekend is (lit)
Niggas buy jewelry, buy jordans, buy bema, buy rova, buy rolex, buy gucci, buy louis, but you can't buy culture, nigga not my culture
Hey, ok
Lavish nigga expensive habits, nigga dramatic, nigga type to straight flip out and stab a nigga for a penny
Eventually he gonna win grammy nigga the plan
But they won't see me in the family picture backwards fella hit the weed [?]
Like Adrian Peterson to be his seed, her head so good that I invested in a guillotine
This is me, six feet deep, crabs in a bucket to kill my brother just to hit my peak it's sad but it is the way it be, savagery
Investin' carrots to cover my cabbage [?]
Paranoia sauce to capture (me), semi-automatic (me)
Blasted by the sheets enough to alter your reality
Don't let the reception be your reflection keep your balance G
Try to find the symmetry in the midst of calamity
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My eyes glow red, like that room in [?]
Be real, bitch I'm wit, pussy so wet nigga need gills (real deal)
Excuse my aggression my tribe call for questions
If I'm made in god's image why am I blemished
Two white ladders I made it two twenty seven
Zombie Gang, dead niggas throwing out some hendricks
Die on the set, like Bruce and Brandon
A stranger is just a friend of an enemy you haven't met yet
But Satan was once an Angel, you don't you forget that
I gots to do what the fuck I want fetish
Name a nigga nicer, I slice and dice his life
On the mic, I rhyme like the life on the line
Do suicide, so me and Biggie [?}
Writing these lines
Those ain't loses, those is lessons
Count my sins, but skip my blessings
I have some more for these niggas
I coulda been in the Wu, coulda been in the Commission, coulda been in the Dog Pound knockin' all the buildings, coulda been a hot boy I'm already gold grillin', coulda been a public enemy tryna' make a difference, Hennessy gallons an enemy, blurred my vision
Drunk drivn', hit a dip and swerve my nigga
Vivid shit, illiterates could see these words my nigga
I could do better, I think that she after my cheddar
I check the closets before I fuck just to make sure it's not a set up
I think I'm done I ain't gonna lie
[Eric Arc Elliot]
[Zombie Juice]
