September (Freestyle) Lyrics

I did some work out today, now I’ve got more ass than Coi Leray (Ha)

But still I’mma eat out Coi Lera

Imma cut Leray with some cutlery, yeah

A strange number just called me outta random

Look I’ve been on this journey to stardom

Looking back at the days a nigga had none

When my girl left and thought there would be no sunshine after her ass gone

Now she asking me if I missed her

How come?

When the ladies call me Mister handsome

Cuz when they look at my hands they see I have some

Like a magician they wonder where I get all this cash from

But you know lotta icons to me including big boss Illy

Sometimes I be rapping and I be sounding silly Yoshi made a milli but my own aim is a trilli

And all the good things in life will come to me and stay clingy

Yeah, bitch

Y’know?

Life’s full of Shege

I’ve seen a lot that at this point

I keep my eyes wide open

When I’m pounding pepper

And I ain’t meant for that

To sound like a metaphor

I meant that for real

2023 I was wondering my purpose

Was questioning the essence of my existence

I made the world my mirror and it told me I’m the greatest

And I should be friends with patience and she’ll show me the visions

She’ll give me tools to do, all that I was destined

Tools like intelligence and resilience

Y’all wear your Fendi, Prada, Gucci, I stick with my…Oh shit

Got a lotta options

That’s why I step on, the scene with my steeze

And the girls go unconscious

Yeah

No sunshine

Shout out Touchline

I must be clumsy the way, I’m dropping punchlines

Man I got that charm, like I’m Mathew McConaughey

Now all these bitches surround me and they do not wanna leave

Should I go again?

The one who wears the crown, heavy is his head

The one him head de swell, light is his head

The one with the ideas light de on top him head

And then there’s me, who’s lightyears ahead

Now let me say this one more time

Shout out Touchline

Over your heads go my bars and my punchlines

Over your heads they go, so you can’t touch lines

They’re so ahead of their time they even blow my mind

No sunshine like a fucking solar eclipse

Man I stay so damn equipped with clips like soldiers and shit

And what I mean by clips is just this shit that I spit cuz they’re my bullets

Man I’m off this bitch