(Bout Me Intro) x Bath Salts Freestyle Lyrics

I used to be happy go lucky

Til the Opps tried to buck me

Felt like the whole world was trying to fuck me

As I got older, my heart got colder

Survival of the fittest actions got bolder

You get got you slip in these streets

Payday is everyday motherfucker and I don't miss a week

Hop in the studio maybe skip on a beat

Slide thru, see my Son give him a kiss on the cheek

But I OD off that OG when I'm OT

Only fuck with purple and gold like I'm Kobe

Always rep the West like the white Monster Kody

And I ain't even trippin got fam in every hood

So when the beef gets to poppin I know we all good

I'm a Sickside veteran, King Kong Cali kush

You might think you strong but dogg I ain't the one to push

Keep barking loud, I'll just tell ya to shush

I don't steal your leaf I burn your whole fucking bush

I don't run with goons, man they all crooks

Fuck a magazine cuz gangsters read them law books

To come up with more sophisticated raw jooks

If there's hell below we're probably all gonna go

But ya'll wanna hate me like I'm running the show

I faked it I never made it still struggle for sure

Hustling every season like I smuggle the pure

I mean I hustled every reason straight smuggled the pure

You got beef probably plugging your door

Let loose w/ no malice, while I'm puffing on a cold challis

Ya'll can just kiss my grits my flow's cold Alice

Came up off that old violence, with no guidance

Pops didn't have the time I handle my shit

Rappers love punches til they get hit w/ the fly shit

Really ain't B-I-G, ready to die shit

I press the issues shots through your soft tissue

Red meat, dead meat, travel through your bone grizzle

Kaos is in the house, light up your whole hizzle

Shake like Shaq, Dre like Mac my own thizzle

Las Vegas, Bay to LA it's Raiders country

And my Esse's in Norwalk always gonna bump me

There's too many rappers and not enough MC's

These dudes too friendly, jeans too skinny

High out their minds like Bobby and Whitney

Too big for their britches get stitches like Lionel Richie

Get bitchy get lit w/ the blicky, the kush sticky

Got D's and enemies that all wanna get me

So I move like a ghost in these streets

R-E-S-P-E-C-T when you talk about me

It's the K-A-O to the crooked letter why not

Middle finger up to the motherfucking white cop uhhhh

Hip hop has got me going crazy

Listening to the radio you dudes getting lazy

I understand not everyone can be Jay-Z

But who can drop a hot 16 lately

So tell Drake we don't need another love song

We need another anthem that we can pump work on

No TikTok, no little girls getting they twerk on

16 w/ one in the head, thugs getting they jerk on

Covid killers, cold chillers, cocaine dealers

Your dudes is like a pack of chimps, my crews gorillas

Ya hollering maybe if, we just some for realas

Whip around on 4-wheelers, meeting up w/ more killas

Life's battles made me, murder in the first degree

Head shot, dead shot melon POP like a Kennedy

Gangsters with tattooed teardrops befriended me

Never seen a villain before well then remember me

Tornado with a crooked halo Lost Angel

Hot like spice, not like Christ - Kaos bang you

Never hear the click while you're flicking your Bic

Should've gave up the stick and been gripping ya Blick, uhhh

Grippin one 9-Mil and a 4-5th

I'm a show you the meaning of being in deep shit

Knowing I aint never changed, always kinda stayed the same

Commitment to the suffering at peace with my fucking pain

Corny rappers know they always stay frontin'

Say a lot of words but really ain't saying nothing

From the side where crime ain't funny

Can't waste a minute cuz my time is money

Imagine me on the street looking kinda bummy

I ride for my Migos, only love my Mijo

Games easy like a free throw

Portland bridge city off the rip so we Rip City

Iconic legend just like Eazy, Pac and Biggie

Gangstas, riders and dealers all get down with me

I'm the young son of no one problem child like 50

Too many damn rotations to be the next

But give me my flowers while I'm living

Peace to DMX!