Alley Off The Glass Freestyle Lyrics

This feeling like an alley off the glass and shit

No rebounds, you won't need to crash for shit

I rap forreal, youse a fan wit a knack for it

I'm channeling through different things you don't factor in

These niggas wanna be a star like an asterisk

I laugh at this while my songs go to mastering

Then pass the spliff to my nigga sharing half the risk

Who half as sick

Brick and mortar couldn't stack to this

Way past your list

Don't ask me if I got mine

Got so many styles, I literally might be top 5

Last nigga to diss me couldn't even spit a hot line

I treat it like I ran outta minutes, hoe I ain't got time

Vine City missions keeping food upon the table

Plus unleaded in my whip, and then I'm doing what I'm able

Goin hard from different angles till my Gorgonzola stable

Then I'm coppin Cuban cables for the Hit Committee label

Let's go

Poetic Piff Pugilist so luminous

Jeans at the country club, this white shit so new to us

Only excusing us for the people who be cool wit us

Had to sneak the v-pen, I couldn't bring that ooh wit us

I'm chasing this gelato with this monster cookies

I'm a beast bitch, I'm looking for some monster pussy

Niggas mad I fucked they bitches rocking older Stussy

Rocking stages, its so crazy where this rappin took me

I remember days when all I had was prayers for the patience

Dying just to activate the latent

Doing different thangs like walking down 12 hr shifts for chicken change

Now I'm so heartless when I'm switching lanes

Ma, look what ya jit became

That fucked up nigga, but he out here spittin flames

He hit the dank and do what he does, just to get his name

Grandma and my uncle passed away and shit ain't been the same

I go out my way, tryna vindicate these hollow days

Although nowadays, ain't no trees lit for holidays

Unless I'm tryna blaze

Dawg, you caught me in an honest place

Some homage paid to baby goat, so overdue

Look how I'm flowing on this track

Yeah, you know I'm truth

I knew I had a classic 'fore I even stepped out the booth

While I was writing, had to tell P-Boi to stretch out the loop

So he threw it off the glass and now I'm dunking on niggas

Imma keep getting paid, dropping songs on yall niggas

Y'all motherfuckers sleep

Something wrong wit yall niggas

Narcoleptic, still acceptin what they thrown to yall niggas

Check their pulses, no one come closest

My poison dose is known to leave necrosis

I'm potent