Staged Freestyle Lyrics

Hold up let me spaz for a sec

While all y'all gas for respect

Imma rap with the best

And you average at best

Look homie, your math ain't correct

I break bread, then I guess cashing the check

Make it first, then I guess I'll fake it next

You speak quiet bro

Say with chest

In your hart you know that you ain't this wet

Living humble, acting like I ain't made paper yet

Jon Colby told me

Space you shit

Adlibs really make the place get lit

But enough of the fucking around

Have you bitches ducking rounds

Each rhymed syllable

Might just kill a fool

These lyrics is the bullets

And my mic is still a tool

Red, or blue

It's just a pill or two

Why you tripping dude

Seeing 3D while you in the stu

They gon peep me feeling invincible

I speak green like I got hulk in an interview

Then reflecting on a sin or two

Must be why I'm miserable

Iced out, feeling cool

Breezy and mystical

The women getting misty too

Need a verse?

Then Imma need $162k,

Finding myself in a new way

Don't give a fuck what you say

I seen concerts in my backyard

Travel with my backpack

Don't need goyard

I leave my baggage back home

In my safe of gold bars

Say you been to space

But you've never even known stars

Always mixing new paint

Stroking like my flows art

Hoping that you dudes hate

The moment that the show starts