Bushido Freestyle (Bonus) Lyrics

Two shots of henny

Been a while since I drunk this many

Forgive me the confidence bestowed with in me

I get wrecklace with the hecklers

Make gestures to the jesters

Dont let them niggas gas you up you in a tesla

Yall been moving quite thru them streets

Ya been four two Doug'n I'm jack robin in my cleats

Doctor out here swabbing on my cheek

From allegations of a broad that I done freaked

Moms gave me that speech

Like they gone try to trick you out ya seat

Sometimes they gone even send a treat

Put me back up on my feet

Like I just got a loan till next week

This ain't that maze and frankie and beverly

But I'm still screaming WHOA on my intros

I been know to black on tracks

But this shit bout as dark as Lupita skin tone

Stay ten toes Head high

Lead wit ya chin like jay leno

You niggas get the memo

Move milli ah

No fake love fami-lee-uh

Shim shima yal

This ain't for pretenders nah

You know this hair is as real as it get

I been wigging wrap so tight I don't wear a bonnet

New york nigga I don't cheer for the jets

I rather fly commercial with my niggas I got dibbs on that chair to the left

Copy my last cant mirror my next

The problem is these broke niggas think I'm frontin on em I think its a flex

Niggas a die to live this life like

I tell niggas you better off dead

You gotta love yours my nigga

My pro-noun is GOD

Lemme guess ya pro-noun is me TOO

I'm flattered that you like to be my sequal

All cocky shit aside

I put it on my back like a messy pamper

Shmurda em all these killas looking like belly dancers

Telling me chill translated to coppin new freeze

Dressed in all black dripped in gold like I'm drew brees

They screaming who that who that who that who

When I pull that ay yi yi I hope you niggas bullet proof

Shit is rhetorical when I ask

Who do this better

More wins up under me

Than loose umbrellas

Black out, touch my green

Have to do something clever

Leave you red on the couch

Like a blue clues letter

Grey area, I'm floating two

Don't let the pressure bury ya

Spread like yellow fever, causing mass hysteria

Reid the last hope

Better bet on that

Hope you listen, pay attention

Like a fed phone tap

New piece crafted, add this shit

To the vocal opera

Godfather of flows

Like I'm Francis Ford Coppola

You copping pleas, cough and sneeze

Cause you ain't popular

Legend, the boy cold

Everybody knows

That's not in ya

Been immune

Since I manifested up in the womb

Been feeding these beats

Y'all eat it up like chicken food

Got the sickest brew

That don't mix well with shit you do

Telling my life story

You just out here pitching woo

Shed tears while writing

Know its something magical

Couple of breakdowns

I owe myself a sabbatical

Then it's ascension, add goals

To the mission

Still gunning for something

This my Red dead Redemption

The scales is tipping

Like I had one too many burgers

Murder, what I commit

When I Spit, I start the purge up

Getting this bread together

Doing the money merger

Still sleeping on the god

I guess I'll buy stock in Serta

Keep having battles with myself

Saying that I'm ok, when I really need the help

I need the support, that type of shit

Will bring me wealth

Now I know all that's essential to my Health

Bred to be the one

No way can I be banned

I was in a rut

Still made the cut like Ichiban

Lychee martinis

Putting my feet down in the sand

Every hour just keep rushing

By like Ricky Tan

What happened to people really putting truth in the lines

Now they spending time to keep boosting All the lies

They stupid type of shit that quicken up Their demise

While I'm star treking round the world

Building my enterprise

When this record drop. You adding it to your playlist

In a league of our own, everything we do is major

Everybody hands up like I wave at new neighbors

Just giving y'all the scoop

Like ben and jerry new flavors

Respect the gods NIGGA