Parables Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah

Pop G baby

Aye we finna just come from the top

All these niggas spittin the same shit crying in they fucking lyrics like bitches

Cry baby ass rappers whining in they lyrics

Turn that weak shit off real niggas dont wanna hear it

Put that ugk back on and tell these hoes to look at me

And when you see Pop G  bitch tell me what you see

Everybody crying on the track like its hot shit

I aint gon front lil bitch that is not it

I deliver better I apply pressure with every letter

Rappers getting stamped we be throwin that def jam vendetta

Damn beating the fuck out ya favorite artist

Omahlitia nigga ask yo bitch I been the hardest

Always been protected from the projects to terrace garden

Cuz a nigga love to travel with rockets like james harden

Sending threats? Hoe you wasting breathe

Make the block scurry we put 30 to ya back like Steph

Curry I aint worried leave you runnin in a hurry

Whats beef when you six feet deep getting burried

Death gotta be easy

Leave ya dome drippin give you red head ron weasley

Leak yo jelly this aint belly this that Omahomicide

My niggas is superfly fuck with us its suicide

Why you hatin?

My nigga you could show love too

Cant share a link quit faking!

I know you fear ill get above you

Now I can tell you bout a time where I got double crossed

Or how my hustle turned me to a humble boss

Let me tell it

I could tell bouta time when niggas thought that I was soft

But it got a heavy hitter knocked off

I wont spell it

I could tell you bout a time when a nigga lost control

But every body gotta play they own role

Let me tell it

I could tell you not the type to take risk and make goals

I could tell it all but I wont trust a soul trust a soul no

This rap shit my legacy

Even a bitch givin me brain cant get ahead of me

Homie watch yo mouf or face the muzzle

Heavy hands too I throw knuckles

You can get pieced up like a puzzle thats on Beverly

Click clack dont make pop g blam boy

Get back making millions is the 1st plan boy

This that music turns a boy into a man nigga

Big facts turn a mazda 6 into a lamb

Cordae flow this the same shit he did with J.cole

I body any song for pesos thats on the payroll

Spittin like Big L saucing like alfreado

Puttin a nail in yo coffin homie case closed

They cant see pop

Fly on the wall no need to eavesdrop

You know what we got

Kickin like spike from bebop

Send you to E dot R

Alpha rank we got bars

And metal jackets like these rock stars nigga

Now I can tell you bout a time where I got double crossed

Or how my hustle turned me to a humble boss

Let me tell it

I could tell bouta time when niggas thought that I was soft

But it got a heavy hitter knocked off

I wont spell it

I could tell you bout a time when a nigga lost control

But every body gotta play they own role

Let me tell it

I could tell you not the type to take risk and make goals

I could tell it all but I wont trust a soul trust a soul no