Miss Me Freestyle

Okay...

Born to be the nicest, you just idolize niggas

Flow so righteous I could prophesize scripture

They call me "Shooter" cause of how my lines hit ya

Headshots every time like a wallet-sized picture

Nigga, I was havin' dreams of foreign deep dishes

When Biggie was havin' dreams of fuckin' R&B bitches

I'm tryin' to write this move co-starrin' these riches

I'll be damned if I ain't walked so far in this britches like

I'm what bitches like, you're like what bitches are

And since life is a bitch, it seems a bit bizarre

That you don't have a life, the things in which you struggle with

Bore me, I'll prob'ly master twice, did I slave and sacrifice?

Is a slave's master white? We slaved so we mastered white

I wonder will we still stay fresh to death in the afterlife?

Pr-pr-probly not, so for now I'm thinkin' Bugatti drops

Every night to party hop, menage two hottie pop

My drop blue lollipop, you clock 'need you prob'ly cop [?]

If you watchin' you prob'ly cops, if you jockin' you prob'ly cock

Ridin' and I go hard like I'm ballin' in the play-offs

Bitch, I'm goin' in like Carter when his J off

For me it's easy as a lay-up to get you laid off

Catch you while you laid up, then I let this 8 off

Yeah I'm on my Adolf, kill em on them 24′s

I'm Kobe when he took that 8 off and went to 24

Ironically I've mastered the 8 off of a 24

In other words a 16, damn that muhfucka Los

Yeah that muhfucka cold, grab that muhfuckin' Chevy

Gut that muhfucka out, dr-drop it muhfuckin' low

Bring that muhfucka out, ride that muhfucka slow

Like this muhfuckin' beat, unless of course yeah I go on

Incredible shit, instead of bullshit

Win championships then better forfeit, step into the pulpit

Breeze to the hood niggas then to the corporate

Lambo's, Ferrari's, Benz to the Porsche's

Money make the fuckin' world spin and it's gorgeous

Money make your fuckin' girl grin til you nauseous

Then it's the choices that end in divorces

So when you hear the revvin' from the engines in Porches

Gone muhfucka, this one deep – go long muhfucka

Guess ya pimp game ain't strong muhfucka

Okay, farewell, so long muhfucka

Shooter in this bitch, boy need I remind you?

If I put you in a scope that don't mean I signed you

Rest in peace to this beat, haul it off and chalk it

I was all over this flow – wall to wall carpet

SHOOTER