Thanksgiving Freestyle Lyrics

Yea

Ron E Polo

Ayo we eating

Go get you another plate

Cmon

Oh you thought I was kiddin bro

Knowledge I been kickin bro

If you thought I was eating now

Wait until thanksgiving bro

I ain't got no time to trip on ya

I be forgetting ya

Flashing lights will hit you later

Feel like a defibrillator

I've been getting back my peace of Mind

Been making time for paper

Those type traits would put you in The ER

Ain't got time for traiters

I been looking out since the Beginning

I got extra favors

At the bottom

Made those steps appear

Like an Escalator

I be spitting gas

You'll need a mask or a respirator

G League MVP

Boy I think it's time to test the Majors

I been shooting in the gym

Melodies I'm 10 for 10

I been getting hot

Every drop hasn't touched the rim

Beat by What up Donnie

When you see me yell out what up Ron E

Focused on my Sonic Run

That why I keep the tails behind me

When it goes down

I fly to fam just to handle shit

Boy be tappin in like a tag team Championship

You don't got to talk bout money

I can tell just by ya movements

Every year I been improving

Taking notes I been a student

Yea

Soldier Boy I been recruited

Talking bout the top from my spot

Shoulda been included

Niccas playing games

It's a shame y'all not into music

This a throw away but one day

I might interlude it

Went from flipping tables

Just to do it Independent

If ya boy was into labels

Y'all would really get the business

I been knocking down doors since Ma was Jehovah's Witness

Took a while but now I get it

I be talking how I live it

When you tell the truth

Please don't scuse it with I'm kiddin

Ya shoot but ya ceilings too low like LA fitness

Making records

That's winning

We came from rough beginnings

Now we getting mad love

We call that a happy ending

Smoke a blunt and say a prayer

Every time a chapters finished

If the writings on the wall

Then that wall gone owe me interest

Cmon

Suure

Praying for my downfall but I'm Levitating

Lucky I was hella patient

Love me or you love to hate me

Underground

They love to play me

When that real shit hit em where it Hurts

They gone wanna fade me

Oh y'all pushing clocks back

It still feel like summer baby

Know that reign is coming when you Start to feel that thunder baby

When they do not understand you

Them the ones to understate me

Envouge with the hits

I'm the one

Who they run to lately

Who can I run to

Yea

They getting butter but they actin Jelly

Because it's all eyes on me like I'm Makaveli

Back in the G used to call Poody Makareli

Gettin letters from the pin

Now bro tap the celly