C.C King Freestyle ft. 614Q Lyrics

Damn, it's Imari Coppins

You niggas know what time it is, Flava Flav

Sergeant on the beat, call me Major Payne

You niggas pure comedy, Damon Wayans

Internet shit, homie, don't play that

Cause I got that shit that can line you up through your wave cap

Flow sharper than a sword on Blaine's back

For that money, I smash on your beat ASAP

I'm ready if the roads get rocky cause I know no one can top me

I deserve all of the desserts and all of the toppings

Q and Face up next, bitch, do you copy

Yeah, do you copy

Yeah, what up, Face

You see, I be the guy showin' love in my state

Beast on beats, volume three, nobody be the same

You gon' hear every verse, probably through the whole tape

Cause I say what I mean, I mean what I say

Had a talk with my sis by my figure

She call me a rapper, but I'm a artist, paint pictures

She said, you go, lil' bro, show them people you got it

Fall off, I doubt it, wherever road, I shout it

Make my gang the proudest

Me and Q is like black on black

Like Jordan and Robin, like Kobe and Shaq

Like Booker and Aidan, like Chris Dunn and Zack

I got my point across, so I'ma leave it at that

So niggas don't front on me, I'll forever have your back

Front line when it's time to attack

Only people hatin' on me cause that girl want a snack

Let them lick on my sack

Suck my dick, give them that

Go and order a cab

Ain't no stayin' here, bitch, I got shit to do

Collect revenue

Get this album done cause it's overdue

Bling, Blau, Bird

My jury sayin' nobody cold as you

Similar to a Capri Sun pouch

Yeah, I got the juice

One was okay, two was the truth

But this one around won't bring what the fuck

Eyes are oozin

Cause this is what I do

Two words, everybody didn't want me to win

Fuck you

Straight like that

Ayy, ayy

We stay listenin' to Beats on Beats Vol. 3

Nobody's beats is safe