I Do Freestyle

Now from my manicured hands to my totebag, I'm so bad

My grammar, my vocab, my manners, my whole swag

Dog, please, from my heart beats a story

Leaving art's beats by large leaps, to God be the glory

Your facade to me is boring

Ain't a fucking way that you could clown me

I'm so hot, even summer play it cool around me

I sweep the town like a king, baby, peep the crown

Who else you know could tell a skyscraper, "Keep it down"?

But that ain't bout shit, my style just appear fresher

I'm really bout this, my outfits is peer pressure

Watch your mouth, bitch

These ain't Guccis, they YSL

But fuck, if it was shit on a stick

I'd make it look fly as hell

I say I got mo' pads, that's cribs for us to go tonight

He say he got mo' pads, this nigga's on a motorbike

But fuck it, pop a wheelie, throw the deuce up

If you pimping, tell your bitches pop a pill and pull some juice up

I'm too pumped on the track, I need to calm down

I'm so over the top, I climb a mountain for the climb down

Yeah, I said climb down, nigga, my work has just begun

Why celebrate on top of a mountain if I ain't fucking done?

I'm the one, I be a bastard to assume

You still'll be mountain climbing when I'm dancing on the moon

Success loves to hide but I go seek

Ever if I sat my passion down, it would grow feet

I'm talking walk, crawl, jog, nigga, run to me

And I ain't gotta run game, it really run through me

She said, "Ain't you Los? Well, what it do, nigga? "

"You feel that breeze? " I said yeah boo-boo, I'm a cool nigga

Now she stay in arm's reach; as far as she know

I could stand on a beach and make a palm tree blow

Speaking of blow, met this freak at the show

Told her give me some head and she began to go

She was geeking and blow, put it deep in her throat

Titties and ass need to be on a pole

Attempt to get high but she frequently low

Picked a spot on the map and a weekend to go and we gone

Whitey so soft and I'm blowing that strong

Got me saying, "I do" like it go in this song

I do, I do, I would, I will

For your love, who should I kill?

How good I feel, I kill myself

I'm fresh to death, I feel myself

You don't get it, feel myself?

Fresh to death, I kill myself

I'm still myself bro, who are you?

Bitch, you sound like so-and-so

Rapping about such-and-such, I wish your motherfucking flow would grow

No chance

Nigga so watered down

If you put him in the ground he'd probably grow plants

Call it flowers for the dead

Yeah bitch, I'm far out like I'm hours from the crib

I heard when they get thick, you turn diva

Me, I'm riding out, and I ain't making u-turns neither

Bet you turn zero when them lions out there

Take your stripes like a tiger, leave you lying out bare

Had to slow that down, had to speed that up

Damn, I'm just freestyling, nigga, what the fuck

This shit was over a long time ago

But fuck it, I said it's time to show these niggas that

I care, I care

I make home look good like I'm eye care

Damn nigga, this is my year, my year

And it feels so good

Say yeah baby, it feels so good

I said, I'm singing to you motherfuckers

I'm like a friend to you motherfuckers