Cordae Freestyle | LA Leakers #126

Part I: "Kick In The Door" by The Notorious B.I.G [Verse] I made my first million by age twenty with slave money When I signed my first deal, I was hungry and played dummy 'Till I started Hi-Level and signed fly rebels who buy bezels The truth is they want you to die ghetto But fuck it, prevail, never tuck in your tail Remember last summer, them crackers had me stuck in a jail Up in Louisville, nigga, but I'm stuntin' for real I got out and took a jet for the XXL Boy, stop it, the young prophet who drops knowledge Who copped a Maybach with thе hydraulics, I'm psychotic I'm diabolic, try a psychedelic I nevеr try to relish in the sweet moments like a diabetic Hurry up, nigga, fly a medic, 'cause I'm too sick, I'm too rich New car, new crib, new money, new bitch, all my niggas ruthless All my stocks blue chips, we Uber Eats Ruth's Chris New phone, who's this? Never call again Your favorite rapper, I will slaughter him, I'm talking 'bout all of them None is excluded, you're son of a Judas Not one to confuse with, plus I'm making wonderful music Don't ever compare me as barely any nigga that's near me Woke up thinking 'bout my grandma, I'm missing her dearly But fuck it, my feelings, I tuck it 'cause it's money I must get Mama told me "Get the dolla" and with no interruption Never discussion, clear mind are better the judgement Forever I'm thuggin', I promise you the pressure is nothin' It made me a savage, young nigga chasin' the cabbage Promise that I'm never lackin' 'til I'm stadium status I don't even want the fans, I want the crazy fanatics I know my music may be sporadic, and maybe a classic that's comin' I'm gunnin' for anybody ever who want it or front it But I still gotta wish you wealth in abundance I woke up with this feeling that I felt in my stomach It's time to fucking kill these niggas, man, my album is coming Motherfucker Part II: "Put Ya Hands Up" by Jadakiss [Verse] Ayo, I came in the game and didn't take an advance Nah, I lied, I took a couple M's and acres of land Watch them same niggas shaking your hand'll end up snaking your mans Shit, I wonder how this fake shit began Made somethin' out of nothin', I'm creatin' a trance Never let good pussy in the way of your plans I'm at Puff house, he got a couple Wraiths and a Lamb' I just told the nigga, "Bring back Making the Band" Stop playin' with me, the young God emcee Rich nigga problems, why I dropped "RNP" My cars ain't leased, them 'Rari keys I took back 'Cause that shit was slowly becoming a part of me I keep it real, bring it back to the roots You niggas actin' the fool All white is the Range, matte-black is the Coupe Fuck the fame, dawg, we after the loot And I was born with all that shit that y'all lack in the booth You got no confidence, I rose to prominence Straight dominance, I ain't with that fake kickin' shit, let's keep it ominous That dark energy bring back the park memories I already defeated pain and fought misery Embarked victory, my nigga, my car's literally A spaceship that takes off to Mars quickly Expeditiously, done killed the game Put your fuckin' hands up if you feel the same Like Jada and Styles P, I got the key to the locks Still thinkin' 'bout that cash, knee-deep in the box We gettin' real money, nigga, ain't no reason to stop Got them crackers in first class fuckin' peepin' my watch Askin' questions, uh, I done clashed with legends Whether past or present, I'm that nigga forever Difference is my lyrics is dope, spirit is better My figures in cheddar, I get it from ambitious endeavours My bitch a Coretta, my niggas is wait– Oh, I get it, uh, you niggas must have forgot I'm like a young fuckin' Malcolm with a touch of Barack Got this ball player main bitch suckin' my cock But that was years ago, I got the weirdest flow Been doin' this shit since cartoons and cereal I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, shoutout to Ludacris My first words "Move bitch" when I came out the uterus It's not really how you get the money, it's how you use the shit Seen a couple niggas create careers just to ruin it Couple years from now, y'all all see what my influence is But the album's from a bird's-eye view, bitch Part III: "Super Gremlin" by Kodak Black [Verse] Uh, okay, first of all, I ain't goin' pretend like I'm the perfect nigga I was fourteen mixin' xannies with the percies, nigga I was fiendin', Holy, so I'm grateful, that shit hurt me, nigga Now I'm comin' back to take the game with a purpose, nigga I can feel you niggas panickin', heart cold like a mannequin Got the game in a chokehold like I'm Anakin Darth Vader, heart breaker, real nigga, they faker Word to Belichick, I'm a playmaker I'm a money gettin' ass lil' nigga, if you disagree then they hate us It's like how do I come from the trenches To wearin' Givenchy? I promise my nigga, it's nothin' Havin' the people resent me to countin' blue Benji's Shut up, it's the end of discussion I was just talkin' to Kodak, he told me I'm goated, my nigga, I can't tell a lie My life's a Kodak moment, fuck up my opponent, I promise it's all televised Same nigga from the Fridays, same nigga from the hood, beat all the odds Remember the first time I first met Hova and Nas, told 'em both, "Peace to the Gods" I'm not from this Earth, I'm berserk, my mom, she ain't give birth My bitch fall in love whenever I fuck 'cause I got length and girth I just popped a perc on a Sunday while I chill in church Lord, please forgive me, I ain't perfect, but I'm worth the work I just made a million off Hi-Level, y'all should buy a shirt I just bought a crib in India, and I ain't talkin' dirt I can't go out like a fuckin' sucker, I'd rather die in the dirt I can't lie on a verse, generational curse I'm tryin' to reverse I'm still in the trenches, on my phone and I'm dealin' with business I'm just gon' keep it real with my niggas I got drip on me, I'm drenchin' I'm still aimin' for the top position, gave grandma talks in mama kitchen Some idols look at me as competition I ain't even trippin', all love to you Five years I'ma be above to you, y'all niggas bitches like Madea Even next to my little brother Amir Grandma house, used to sell drugs there [Chorus] But it's like, uh, okay you could've been a superstar Back in the day, uh, used to hotbox in my mama car Ayy, alright, now it ain't safe for you, ayy Okay, 'cause you ain't want work for that shit Goddamn, my nigga, you trippin' Could've been a superstar Moved them out to LA, but he was out here poppin' bars Hold up, okay, he ain't want work for shit, ayy I can't feed no grown ass niggas