Group Freestyles

(Part I) [Verse: Isaiah Rashad] Late nights i feel like what? Feel my bitch, fill my cup Feel my lust Feel my reign, feel my nut This that drank Hold your breath, what’s your rank? What’s your rank? Count that cash, Issa Rae Pussy ass nigga be talking that raw Knowing that shit won’t come back hard Pussy ass nigga be talking that cheese Knowing them niggas ain’t counting no fees Nigga my brother still flipping them pies Monkey ass nigga gon run from this side Me, with my guys Talk my slang, smoke and die Lets get fly, fuck a trend, lets get high Fuck let’s ride, bent my rims, fuck lets slide (Part II) [Hook: Isaiah Rashad & Kal Banx] Baby, I'm going nuts Threw up, crash on the bus I saw the vision for the top Before a young nigga came up Now a young nigga paid up Fuck a nigga tryna cage us [Verse: REASON, Isaiah Rashad & Ray Vaughn] Got no time for the snakes, uh Barely got time for the hoеs What I wanna do with my cash? Prolly have ‘em take my dash Sail alot, thе ocean different My life cinematic, motion pictures Then come pose on the deep end Fucked up on the freeway Look, I be fucked up with side bitch I be sober with my main Lately I’m on kill mama Lately gotta teach my hoes to fish Wassup? wassup? I just need the mouth, give me kingdom clout Suck my demons out, she such a blessing I just bleed em out, I don’t need the scalp I could be a scout or be a referee, bitch Wassup? wassup? [Hook: Isaiah Rashad & Kal Banx] Baby, I'm going nuts Threw up, crash on the bus I saw the vision for the top Before a young nigga came up Now a young nigga paid up Fuck a nigga tryna cage us [Outro: Kal Banx] I saw the vision for the top Before a young nigga came up Now a young nigga paid up Fuck a nigga tryna cage us (Part III) [Intro: Isaiah Rashad] Yeah I'm just sayin' that, yeah I just, damn Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad] I take my licks in the storm, bitch do me raw Yeah, still fuckin' 'til six in the morn' Son, how I flooded out the wrist to reward Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore Don't try to hold that, you can't control that I bought the 'Rari, the Tesla, then I got the throwback I used to ride it, the Honda that was black as Kodak And I recall it, like a picture, that is, really, that's sick Big screen lyrics, yeah, sixteen nearin', and "Zay, 'fore you leave, can you fuck me in the mirror?”Yeah Baby, I got too many bitches not to mention them Hoes, I don't even know they names but they be feelin' it tough They wanna touch me like under covers and anacondas Before you fuckin' go purchase your Gary Paytons I'm really not everybody, sippin' and talkin' bad as yo' daddy You shouldn't fuck with these niggas, we was the reckless [Verse 2: REASON] Yeah, I fuck my bitch when I'm bored, rich from the poor Drunk, high, stumblin' off the shits and record Smooth nigga, even when I miss, I'ma score Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore Zay, I don't agree what you talkin', I ain't no regular Fuck you think they callin' me, "Him”? I'm a competitor Levelin', young veteran, more lines than editors Shit, why you think we Top Dawgs? Niggas different, uh I been that nigga since Hov was Big Pimpin' Fly nigga, ain't no gravity, damn Say somethin' slick, we on your line like a family plan I used to throw up gang signs out my granny new van Just some young hood niggas with no guidance like Drake and Chris My latest shit, make niggas elevate they pen My new chick always say she ain't no basic bitch Well, tell me why we always argue over basic shit? That's crazy 2020, we can burn one I done took way too many Ls and I ain't earned some No more buyin' bags for bitches that can't afford one No more gettin' brain from bitches that I can't learn from Look, we done went from H to the Izzo To now a bunch of niggas and bitches with all gimmicks Show they ass more than Lizzo, shit This shit screwed up, I stayed the same like grenades When I took my pen out, a nigga blew up