Duppy Freestyle

I'm in shock

The nerve, the audacity

Okay

So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs

What do you really think of the nigga that's making your beats?

I've done things for him I thought that he never would need

Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me

I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat

Now, you popping up with the jokes, I'm dead, I'm asleep

I just left from over by y'all putting pen to the sheets

Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eat

Keep getting temperature checks

They know that my head overheats

Don't know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve

Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam

Y'all are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds

Don’t push me when I’m in album mode

You not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes

You send shots, well, I got to challenge those

But I bring Calicos to the Alamo

I could never have a Virgil in my circle

And hold him back 'cause he makes me nervous

I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose

You niggas leeches and serpents

I think it's good that now the teachers are learning, yeah

Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you

So, you don't rap what you did, you just rap what you knew

Don't be ashamed, it's plenty niggas that do what you do

There's no malice in your heart, you're an approachable dude

Man, you might've sold to college kids for Nike Mercedes

But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the '80s

I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded

I think that pretty much resembles what's been happening lately

Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah

And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times

Nigga was at Kroger working double time

Ya'll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy

Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?

Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs

Whoever supposedly making me hits

But then got no hits sound like they need me

My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it

I'm fearless with it, yeah

I really shouldn't have given you none of my time

'Cause you older than the nigga you running behind

Look, holla at me when you multi-million

I told you keep playing with my name and I'ma let it ring on you

Like Virginia Williams

I'm too resilient, get out your feelings

It's gonna be a cruel summer for you

I told Weezy and Baby "I'ma done him for you"

Tell 'Ye we got a invoice coming to you

Considering that we just sold another 20 for you

To be honest

Duppy