January Freestyle Lyrics

Back up in this bitch better back up bitch

I picked my back up, unzip these bitches, pack up

Strapped up, like a straight jacket, wardrobe of a fake

Got my racks up, ain't snakes in the grass it's just fake maggots

MAGA hats, blown off with mags size of mavericks

Toe tags get crossed like designer chains, just imagine

How many would kill themselves for a YSL gravestone

Or sell grams to imagine a prison cell is a mansion

King size mattress, sleep is the cousin of safe zones- huh

What happened? expected illmatic?

I'm not about biting tones and flows to pay for a home

With no walls, water shit down as if we playin pay phone

Kids breaking they face bones for beauty,

Shit so 2d

Y'all dealt a hand and still playin choosy

Plain stupid, absolutely

Throw pissy fits from burns just like a UTI

You see I on burners, getting mad but i prolly ain't makin UCI

Simply doesn't suit me, my loyalty where my duty lays

Bitches either groupies or sleepin beauties

I'd rather spend my cash and matter on debussy than chasing de pussy

And getting mind over matter, and brains over fatter pockets

Deposits the size of jackfruits

and necklaces with taproots

They bite my chain a cracked tooth

Oxymoron like bass flute,

Facin me you'll see the biggest crapshoot

Prolly end up in back rooms in a sack, or end up rat food

Continue stanza, standin statues

to stand my yappin

Let my heater achoo, clappin at you, catch you lackin

Came up out some grass roots, so guaranteed to stay the same in Louis V or track suits

Facts, truth

Fact or fiction

When i'm countin cash i'm a mathematician

Fraction of my stash shows you just how i been hashin business

Y'all could try to lap me but i'm passin digits

With every verse, bitches lapped up in mass submissive

The last rendition of God's will, made it by his hand

Not a movie life is novel, a script of silt and sand

Last longer than johnny knoxville, With powder in his nostril

So y'all could get fucked, don't dance with squares, you bitches quadrilles

So many zeros in these card bills i'm seein cheerios

Serial numbers getting scratched like lottery, three a rows

Born in storm of borealis, poorest balance

Shooters stretch from point barrow straight to Northern Dallas

Foreign mallace, straight from Russia, we got fortune salvage

Tried to down me, must be Rasputin i'm lordly calloused

Courtney Hadwin, under 20 we both soaring has beens

Bought so many cubans you would think we sportin Mavericks

Break the backboard, then break your favorite bitches back door

Many M's, you'd empty all yours just to fix the dashboard

On this maybach truck, pay back, get your pay tax took

Copped an amex, daily payments, Quickly need a playback look, stay mad

Billboards what we aim at, we hit top 100

Record huntin, make you prey, then pay like catholic frontmen

Highly funded, leave your money stunted

Tryna get so rich i buy my mom 2 houses, plus my cousins

Next inducted in GOAT conversation, the congregation

Of just you and me, shoot and see a combination

Drafted constellations, written in the stars, we patient

To show a resume, press play this an occupation

Urban