Freestyle

Now i got some real hittas on real shit
That will pop a cap and get ya wig split
That will get the people you hang wit
And make em change up like a damn switch
So if you come at me u gotta bring an army
Cuz i got hittas that can off em for me
They'll do it for a blunt and Bacardi
These pussy hittas think they the truth
But can get laid out when i hit the booth
I'll bust a cap and leave em in the street
And like a journalist i'll get the scoop
(Breath)
Come through in broad day
And imma bring the metal like swordplay
We can end this shit quick today
Or make ya mom hate a monday
In the shadows imma aim
With this .45 at yo brain
All my hittas go insane
If you try to snatch a chain
Bitch you Able guess who's Cain
So If i hit you its the prequel
Cuz my hittas are the sequel
And you"ll see that there's no equal
Im easy to spot cuz i got the drip
I can take ya bitch like i take a sip
Cuz i come through to yo bitch crib
And there aint a pool but she'll skinnydip
These people useless like closed captions
Cuz i hit the lights bring cameras "action"
When i kill a hitta its for a show
That way afterwards i can hit ya hoe
Soon imma hit the mall and get all the clothes
So when im in the streets i be like "what are those?"
They think i rap this shit like im just performing
But i'll cook a hitta like a George Forman
Aint no Power Ranger but i'm Mighty Morphin
And i ride the beat like im street surfin
In the shadows imma aim
With this .45 at yo brain
All my hittas go insane
If you try to snatch a chain
Bitch you Able guess who's Cain
So If i hit you its the prequel
Cuz my hittas are the sequel
And you"ll see that there's no equal
To this hitta far from feeble
Imma hit the beats till the end of time
Got the big head like megamind
I hear their shit like 'its good, barely'
Aint no google maps but they a damn fairy
Imma get the cheese like im into dairy
It like everybody's tom and im that hitta jerry
Run circles round them before i catch a body
Then i toast it up with a hot toddy
First song dont need a feature
Cuz im the god go get a damn preacher
I got the skills to be the next teacher
To these new people here on the bleachers
I aint sayin that im next up
But if i came up i wouldnt give a fuck
Im here to rock the beat and i shake it up
And give any fuckin hater that shape up.
In the shadows imma aim
Got this .45 at yo brain
All my hittas go insane
If you try to snatch a chain
Bitch you Able guess who's Cain
If i hit its the prequel
Cuz my hittas are the sequel
And you"ll see that there's no equal
To this hitta far from feeble

rap, trap