Album Of The Year Freestyle Lyrics

I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC"

Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included

I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly

That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited

Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self

You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self

While I got record labels hitting me through my school email

Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt

Huh

Like Home Depot is, Im in her ocean, Nemo Flick, She said her friends was tryna watch like what they what? some Regal Tickets!

She said that my meat so long she thought it was a eel fish

I heard you using Photoshop, can't even send a real pic

Damn,

Nah, we not in the same boat

Cause I was in yo shawty Jaws, and she said you gon need a bigger one

A Snickers couldn't even cure his anger, try a Twix or sum

Cause if he keep on swinging, then this choppa pop like bubblegum

Popping just like some kernels, I jumped over every herdle, now I'm off to Studio's in Orlando like Universal

Living my life like a movie, this don't cut to no commercial

Switch the Gucci up for Louis, cause it's RIP to Virgil

Rest in peace,

(RIP)

I'm hoping one day in the future, i'll be swimming in the green

How I chase the bag like Outlast, got me running in between

I just want something to pass down to my nephew and my niece

I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC"

Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included

I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly

That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited

Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self

You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self

While I got record labels hitting me through my school email

Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt

Yeah

All these tools on me, I heard the beat was switching, time to get into tomfoolery

I'm spending money people buy they cribs with on some jewelry

That boy such a fake gangster, claim he crip cause he eat blueberries

And I'm like there ain't no way he for real

On the bike like Motocross, my helmet say O'Neal

Seen me wit a ball? dawg I be dunking like Shaquille

Call my choppa Jermaine, cause it twin be singing like Michael

Yeah

Go out like MJ, hitting one last dance

I graduated, and surpassed all my classmates

Now it's just numbers when I cash these checks

I ain't worried about what's on my GPA

I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC"

Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included

I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly

That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited

Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self

You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self

While I got record labels hitting me through my school email

Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt