Jazzy Freestyle ft. Rileyyyyy Lyrics

Okay, GP, Riley on the beat

Distorted Memories, Jazzy Freestyle

I don't really wanna hear y'all rap

Some of y'all too confident for that

Don't play with me, my blade stay with me

If I don't cut myself I'll cut you

The voices in my head always know what do

They said drop nukes on the game

Then put a bullet in my brain

So talented, but didn't stay late

Y'all looking at me like rap Cobain

Nevermind, I'm just rap's GP

Never gonna be a mother fucker like me

Popping back up in the game

Coming out strong with the stains

From the blood that my mother drew from me

Dad couldn't heal what he couldn't see

I hid away like I'm filled with shame

Felt so close to a bitch I can't name

She knows what I'm saying, she knows that I'm slaying

I ain't talking eating bitch, I did that on all these tracks

That's all facts, I'm real, never cap

I had to leave the scene with the e in my bag

No evidence, so don't try to diss me

If it hurts personally

Then I'll have to murder all the

Beats of course, I'm a good kid

It's a m.A.A.d city, but I don't need pity

Don't come to me if you ain't clingy

Cause otherwise I'm leaving this earth

My spirit flies high or dies at worst

Look in my eyes and you'll see the hurt

My dad even asked me how I'm feeling

Look at myself, feel like killing

Suicidal thoughts, that's all I got

Till I'm weak from each tab I popped

My words so hard they looked into Medusa's eyes

But I'm just staring at her chest

Oh was that rude or lesser of me?

I can't believe I'd say something so heinous

I'd still let her ride on my rock hard penis

Maybe that's too far, I'll stop while I'm ahead

But honestly, head sounds great

It feels like fate that I picked up the mic

Best emcee not out NYC since Slim Shady baby

But I'm red as the blood of an Englishman

Pop these tabs like they tic-tacs

Blunt rolled up like a KitKat

Bars so serious, let's kick back

Feeling like Kenny with the long dong

Full 72 hours with the Eiffel Tower, baby how come

You're leaving me if you say I please you, make it make sense

I'm stuck on the fence between you and her

Who is she? Oh I don't know

But I know she'll love and fuck me on the low

So I'm taking her home, next round you're a go

Yo, ay Jazzy Freestyle

That's just the first taste of Riley and GP by the way, so much more to come

Okay, y'all gotta hear this beat some more though