HOLY WATER & HOT SAUCE FREESTYLE Lyrics

I'm ready for all of it

The war the peace

The lease the leech

The peace the peach

To teach and preach

To speak a speech

And lead the weak

To guide the strong

To aim and please

Too pleased to shoot

Too many to tease

Too many at T's

We shared a piece

I ceased to seek

I search for me

I found it for you

You didn't even cheese

The rats it's bacc

The bat is blacc

The cape is on

Don't save the cap

The E is strong

The 3 is dap

The C is base

The book is bagged

The rooms are wrapped

The wedding was miserable

The funeral snapped

You stucc in a cubicle

Listening to trap

I hate watching musicals

Sing me a rap

Rap me a song

I'm shambho not sambo

Couped in the soup

He's a vegetable

Camp bell's

He wouldn't make it

To get inside Randall's

Smacc his sarcasm

And throw away sandals

That there is Sam's clothes

This here a handful

This here is handsome

Don't want a damsel

Don't wanna Lambo

Call me a lamb tho

PB n a jam

I sandwiched the damn fool

If I ever fall

I pray that I land cool

Not on a land mine

Hop on a damn stool

Around like it's annual

I wrote this at manual

I been crying lately baby I ain't gon stop winning or spinning the blocc is depending on Me

The homies is older the OG's is really my OG's I know they ain't working for free

That's facts

When I rap

It makes me look bacc

Ramen noodles

Hot sauce

Getting gone

Feeling lost

That's that

That's facts

When I rap

It makes me look bacc

No water

Bills overdue

It's hard

"That's why I chose you"

That's facts

You know me I got it I'm back on my grizzy

They wrinkle like time or like paper or Whitley

No way I can teach what they need in the city

They think they know me it's not even closely

My hands get waverly my legs get ghostly

Remember the reading I shared with Josie

Cookin the pot now the room feelin toasty

I'm feeling heated I hope she don't post me

This bitch a bop she a thot on the low tired of going high on these hoes

You had some thoughts that you shared with your friends

And some that you shared with that man in a Benz

You had some nerve when I came bacc from Texas

Bury my pride in the bacc of ya Lexus

Can't even lie ooo this feeling's electric

What is electric?

Being a villain

Hittin the ceilings

Hittin yo feelings

Fuckin it fuckin it up

You know that I'll never give up

That's why you fuck with me, it's up

You look in my eyes and you see the ferocity

Put on yo lip gloss and give me the glossary

You little spider I see through your gossamery

I hope we osculate in our dichotomy

It's like a lottery if you're defining me

I'm not definitive he's still designing me

True religion with some true religion jeans

Ex ball player still splitting seams

Now I'm writing scenes

Flyest writer seen

This is real life

Baby not a dream

Rocket in my pocket

I am not Hakeem

Comin for Your kingdom

Say I'm not a King

I'll figure it out in a minute if these 60 seconds gon be a beginning or someone's day Ending

I got the fences and trenches suspending like fifth graders fighting I'm sending them Principals teaching them ethics it's looking like Morris code

The less you know don't you know hunt the hoe catch the flow

This a bran new tempo

I'm in the temple chanting the names it feel like I'm fresh of a bean

I'm stalking shiva he talk in my sleep he tell me awake in my dream

I'm thinking bout things differently now it gets to me how you are

You know I'm that jigga inside of this Nigha I'm singing thoo oo I'm a star

Answering calls cuz I'm the boss they tried to treat me like a slave

I got off the pavement and went to the basement and started to cook me a plate

Now I got double breast milk in shit delivery Hilary I'm staying fresh with it

Feeling selective bout dinner and breakfast

I'll keep it peaceful you ready to exit?

Bury my pride in the bacc of ya Lexus

You had some nerve when I came bacc from Texas

You had some thoughts that you shared with your friends

And some that you shared with that man in a Benz

This bitch a bop she a thought on the low tired of going high on these hoes

You know me I got it I'm back on my grizzy

They wrinkle like time or like paper or Whitley

No way I can teach what they need in the city

They think they know me it's not even closely

My hands get waverly my legs get ghostly

Remember the reading I shared with Josie

Cookin the pot now the room feeling toasty

That's facts

When I rap

It makes me look bacc

Ramen noodles

Hot sauce

Getting gone

Feeling lost

That's that

That's facts

When I rap

It makes me look bacc

No water

Bills overdue

It's hard

"That's why I chose you"

That's facts