Fashion Week Freestyle E

Uh, told the cat only call, stop texting the Phone. I'm a laid back rapper, I don't get Many shows. Got a link for a hammer, he Can get many poles. I put the L into lit so I get Many hoes. This ain't Fashion Week, I be dripping Head to my toes. I was young trapping, didn't know a Z was An O. Jailhouse only reason that she left me Alone. Put her on her fours, now I gotta Beg her to go. But I've come a long Way, used to re-up on a Q of crack. If I'm your favorite rapper, what I rap about, I'm doing that. If he done me dirty, then It's only right I do him back. Add a bit of madge, then like trap and Road, I do the maths. My darg got a Five for strutting out of town. You live and learn, he runs it up on The wing. There's niggas free living worse, won't Hear me on the and I don't kill a Verse. Call me Ray J when it comes to The strip 'cause I hit it first. First time I robbed a plug, weren't even a Lock. First time I cheffed something down, it Weren't even an op. If I Dior my feet, Naturally I'll Dior my top. I got hella reasons why I'm not Dioring a Thot. My gray one could easily be in The Only Way Is Essex. When it comes to the Shotgun, the only way is pellets. When it comes to my bracelet, the only way Is tennis chest shot. If I'm lacking, only time I'm gonna leg it. Where's the A-Team? I don't like hanging with the Talkers. She's only gonna buss it for the rappers And the ballers. My nigga said the line's slow, He's finna bleach. Outside the party 'til it's done And start wrapping up the ballers. The youts that I beef look popped down and Miserable. Like the spot in Cuckfosters, They need a miracle. Trident yellow onto me, So mum knows I'm a criminal. Niggas wanna hit the T, but they ain't got The minerals. Doing positive, now they wanna be my Cousin. Mum used to find food in my room And get to cussing. Put an OG on mute Without pressing any button. And we're still good in the hood, no one Ain't telling us nothing. Not a threat in the Field if you ain't touching anyone. Them rambos that you're swinging ain't touching any Lungs. Stop lying about shootings, you ain't Touching any drums. Said she'll hold drug money, But ain't touching any guns. S buss his gun couple times, but he's better At stabbing. Hit a lick couple times, But I'm better at trapping. Bro said, "Do it hands off, you're better at Rapping." I'm mixing good with the bad and it's Making me happy. When me and big homie got The drop, one of a kind. Pop doors and start cheffing niggas one at a Time. Hella rap cappers, but I ain't one of Them guys. My hood will tell you I got More than just one on my knife, gang.