LOU REED FREESTYLE Lyrics

You see me shine

Purely profit, no money laundering

I'm with your honey fondeling her bottom, You a bottom feeder

I'm hard to please 'til the bottle empty, I bought a liter

Shorties singing songs in my ear, but it's clear it's not Aaliyah (not even close)

And you could dust it off and try again

Y'all fuckin soft, Don't get defiant tryna try my pen

My style is one of one, You tired minds applying trends

Your engineer is garbage, give him problems tryna find the stems

Got rhinestones on the lions den

I grind and spend, You see the science lying on my neck

I make the iron bend, Elements and divided friends

I put the rest to sleep

Don't go test the heat like a Fireman

The iron in my pants, Heavy hand like a frying pan

Bad times inspire these grams to supply 'em hand to hand

Banana tan leather seats in the bimmer, Clever schemes I conceive 'em

She say she love me, but I ain't never seen her

And Sko the illest, I run the floor like it's no position

Could save your ashes, might peel your skin just to roll the spliff in

Been leavin spirits in the wind to keep my soul sufficient

Critics know the name, Still ain't got no taste like a covid symptom

The kid got older wisdom, Twisting the odor in the solar system

Left some giant shoes you ain't suppose to fit 'em

Was prone to mischief growing up thought I was tommy brown

With a Tommy gun and Carthart denim how I walk around

Still be crazy seeing bodies with the chalk around it

My town is all Dominicanos on the block with ounces

Outside with lawn chairs rockin Armani exchange

And fuck a watch cuz I'd rather have an arm full of chains

Harmful to say my elbows heavier than Ron Artest

I'm Playing street ball, so tell your OG I got next

The heat warm, My piece draw, Your head redder than Molly Ringwald

They ain't know what I seen lord, Straight led like the sink water

Took a corner 3 for the lead on em

Shot him in front of the playground, we got em see-sawing

Now he on the ground bleeding out until he release carbon

The mink on em, Cover the knock in the wintertime

Black Tracksuit, We ain't playing soccer just kicking rhymes

Flowin on stages in new locations with different times

Split your mind, I'll leave your brain and the pavement intertwined

I ain't save the day, only safe to say in the nick of time

Still hit the Ave when I'm broke just to cop a nick or dime

Could never set me up imma get my nut if the bitch is fine (Haha)

Sportin enormous Gold Fillings

This cold grill and the flow spilling like it's no ceilings

A cult classic occur with the most villains

Contracts with my name from these labels all bold printed

I'm Uptown, 'til the dope pitchers got no buisness

Fuck around and Hear the gun sound from a close distance

Still don't listen to advice from you bums

I'm Bourdain on the note page, Slicing my thumb

You clearly never explored taste, Stay right where you from

Man fuck these Internet rappers who rather type that they tough, I'm out