New England Freestyle Lyrics

You still listening, gentlemen?

Word is bond, above and beyond, a demon has spawned

To ignite, despite the fact that no one is fond

On my music, but at least I know how to use it

I was built for this, above averages

Adjectives alone can't describe my lyrics

Havoc is a factor, for that my spirits

Make me who I am, and for that I'm fearless

Been improving, now I'm moving up on the tier list

We chill in Goldenboy's palace

I tend to grip the mic so much I get a callus

I'm never invalid, many times I did provide a point

And since I'm never off beat, I'm calling this a spider joint

I'm sticking with my flows, they'd be hotter than El Paso

I tend to take rappers and then swing 'em like a lasso

Drag 'em while the grass grows, like an object

Ain't no way they'll diss a prospect

I remember someone saying that my music's like a backup QB

He listened to my old stuff and not the new me

He heard the Bad Person II record and brushed

The song aside, then the guy said the record was rushed

But he's allowed to have opinions, so don't you think I'm dissin'

Man I'm just saying people change, I wish that he could listen

To my newer stuff, I couldn't let his criticism sink in

But as the days would go I would sit and started thinkin'

Was he right? Guess so. Didn't have the best flow

Equipment, it was retro, was underground like metro

I thought that I was set though, but was I depressed? No

Remember Brady started backing up for Bledsoe

And look at him now, seven rings, a mansion

A supermodel wife, and a future spot in Canton

No one would predict this, but now he's doing business

I use this as my motivation cutting through the thickness

Man my battles caused grief

Especially around the time when Eminem and MGK had beef

I was battling these rappers with my homies and co

They never kept their balance, nor had the talent to show

This one dude didn't have the proper placements

He was 23 living in his mothers basement

He was overconfident, saying he was just like Logic

So my old homie stepped up and told me "I got this"

He said "wassup" and freestyled acapella

Gave him reasonable doubt, like the guy from Roc-A-Fella

We were all impressed, he was rapping like the pros

But the other guy? Nah, he just sat there and froze

In shock, broke like chalk quick like a fast car

He shoulda changed his name to "a failed rapstar"

He clearly didn't wanna scrap

So then he booked it outta there right when I was just about to rap

Looking back, I laugh, they were demoted

Attention span was little like the staff during covid

52 bars are imprinted in my mind

Since I got UrBn, Ultimis, and Goldenboy combined

Motha-

The crime you two planned was indeed perfect

If only the victim is alive and the murderers are not

It's a pity you didn't know when you started your game of murder

But I was praying to-

They share one thing, they all need money

Now lets see if they're brave enough to earn it