Ukulele Freestyle

[Intro] Yeah, Supa, Good Inglewood, Listen [Verse] Say hello to the mellow child Dreadlocks clean, his demeanor mild Inglewood swanging with a gap tooth smile Giving woes to these hoes, boy I'm well endowed Hello, I got a rhyme like the pentagon Heavily armour, charmer, start a renaissance Heavily karma, guarded, but the boy a long way Why me baby? Yo no se Ain't a negative hater, a nigga can't Ol, toro I rep the west like a young O'Shea, gordo I'm tryna have my pockets fatter than a buddha doll Beat 'em up, get 'em ready for the coup de grace I got hired at a nine to five, four times Before I decided I didn't need a co-sign Now I'm running niggas over like the ole line Get 'em ready for lift off and showtime I'm the son of a wise man Child of the universe Hate gets the Heisman Matador that boy I lost my job pefect timing Committed to grinding Now we going up infront of crowds Leaving mushroom clouds, gon' blow up You guys gon' go up, nigga Ain't fucking with the bong, roll up, nigga Leaving mushroom clouds, gon' blow up You a kid but you gon' grow up, nigga Ain't fucking with the clique, load up, nigga Leaving mushroom clouds, ay