The C.C.A.H (Freestyle) Lyrics

(Okaaaay)

In the office with Black queens, pen still packed with vocab of my stacked dreams

Thinking 'bout my Granddad's memory, may he rest in peace

It's crazy I'm collecting all his keys when he had to leave

Feeling like I've lived a thousand lives, but it's actually

Three decades factually

It's just that I have so many damn stories, they pack the sheet

It's just that I need so many damn "sorrys" paid back to me

It's just I do so much, my name should be 'GOLDEN Factory'

Elevating like forklift, messages in bottles, I made plenty of corks fit

Mind on finance freedom while these niggas have more kids with women who won't stick

Sticks and stones are nothing in compared when Gerome spits

Swear that I be flowing better than all the known hits

Do it on my own and from the soul, cause he sold his

And she sold hers

I got no words

That shit really made me oxymoron the whole verse

Supa Hot Fire, if we fire, you goin' first

First like, boom, you keel over and roll in dirt

Killin' all you niggas if we talkin' bout throwin' verbs

For sure, I'm in a different league

Black, and the berry sweet

Blatant prodigy, but rap is what they expect of me

If I was a Russ or NF shade I could split the Sea, and do it more quickly

Goosebump flows, make your hairs stand up prickly

No expiry, I lay the verse down and Pickle beats

Hear me when I speak and most producers like "Let him eat"

Niggas think they N-E-X-T til I let them see

That when I get a pen and then go in, they should let him be

You don't wanna overstep with me accidentally

That's the end of all my enemies, not the end of me

I got a lot of DMs of offers and operations

I gotta know Ki, Ya like telecommunication

I'm in a chat with Dion, he givin' me motivation

The smartest in the room in nearly every given situation

I'm learning to keep quiet more

And only say shit when the mic front of my face when I'm in mine or Benni's basement

Monumental statements in my self-narration

The living incarnation of hard work and dedication and there is no one more patient

Every single time I play the flows, they ask me, "How are you not famous yet?"

You heard of Tortoise and the Hare?

Well it's the same as that

And when I get it, I'ma change the whole game of rap

When I get it, it's a wrap, retire all these cats

When I get it, I'll be gone- I won't be coming back

And this another one they'll stamp upon the dotted map

It's facts

(Okaaaay)