Leapfrog Freestyle ft. BerNas Lyrics

I'm a guillotine at best

When I know that I'm finna get ahead

For the spineless curious on what's next

Imma grip shoulder blade stabbing chips

And lays like it's Miss Vickie's clit

Never get in pickles Imma dip

If things turn to shit

Stick it to foes tryna shift

My focus peddling

And brake, I never can

Coming in clutch, I always did

Often ready to step to pricks

Putting my shit on needles, pin it

If they're bored, put holes in them

Cork a flow, cuz you're toast, you bitch

Getting bread like creampied chicks

No yeast I'll get

I know I'll leave an impression

Less like fossils when I'm stepping

More like oil that I'm setting

A blaze, blunt like 420 gets

Still Snooping round dogs and vets

Been in the Lab retrieving hits

Might hit Gold when speaking shit

I'll preach again

Good grief

Sometimes I feel like all of my shit really just should've been leaked

But they keep telling me I left it twice as tight as Riley Reid

Hell I won't leave when my story close I'll get my paper go see the gold I reap

I sow my ways for no seed if they go root for me

And hope that if I roll with a Milly no one deserts me

Need the cake but get forked like a King versing a Bishop giving dome to his Queen

Check me, I check mates, and then proceed

The bridges that I cope with erodes foundations beneath

My soles not the ones in the soil for eternity

I mean

The Nikes a dozen inches deep that finna soak my feet, I'm weak

I'm fighting a fight that isn't mine

And despite my pleas for me to try and find

Something outside

Of Tommies and Vercettis I see Jays like Jigga's my vice

Took every shot I'd fathom till it's filmed in clips lens is 9 millimeters

I am not my brother's keeper preaching

Shit that I couldn't practice otherwise I would've been a priest

Have to double cross people I meet to receive many G's

Good grief