Freestyle Files 1 Lyrics

It's not about you, not about me, it's not about the booth, not about the beach, not

About the sheets, not about the streets, not about the money, it's about actin' funny

Put a smile on a face, didn't know I'm pretty, who, me, me, me, you, her, beast, that's

Me, I ain't goated, but I'll be, motherfucker, I can count to three, anything above that

Is useless to me, I'm a doopid little boy, I'm a stupid little boy, I'm a joop it on my boy

I'm a, I'm a monkey in the booth, give me ball, cause I'm a shoot and when I

Swish it half-court, I make everybody look like, who the fuck is that boy, who let him

Cook, this is Bread Yoseph, everybody good, still swiggin', motherfuckers wiggin', saw

A crackhead, killabih, he a villain,

When I was homeless, up in Philly, met a

Boy, Kurt, he was doin' PCP, yeah, that boy did work, wait, he ain't did shit, he was out of

His mind, he threw a rock through, Panera Bread, on fuckin' time, I was pissed at em too, they didn't let me use the Bathroom, fuck em' throw that rock through the Panera, get em', Kurt, throw

That rock