10 Minute Freestyle

[Verse 1] Tatted up Talkin' ’bout sixteen-five for a half a pluck And I ain't trippin' that’s the real price Jelly Roll is real white but still got the coke and it's real nice It's got a base tint but sometimes it's real white And you don't know what a hundred stacks feels like It's cash ville, I said it's cash ville I ain't got a grand, but say yeah I crush up in Nashville I’m really on my money, man, I’m on the paper chase I can't hear these fuckin’ haters, I don't know what haters say Plus I'm on a fuckin' mission like each and every day Powder peppers talk a lot of shit but they would never spray [Verse 2] Jelly Roll sink clean ’til that I stall Plus I still get money, yes I ball Every time I see your bitch, gives me an eyeball And if my P.O ask I hang drywall [Intermission] For real! Get him again! Get him again, Jelly! [Verse 3] And if my P.O ask I sell drywall I said "sell", fucked up, no I'm off I'm just lyin' babygirl, yes, I'm on You can wipe me down like a motherfuckin' Boosie song 'Bout to start a movement, 'bout to get my tookie on I'm 'bout to hit the kitche, 'bout to get my cookin' on I'm 'bout to get with your bitch, yeah get that pussy on I couldn't fuck her, 'cause too bad, the pussy's long They say the dick's long, they say the dick's big I stick it in her stomach, I make the bitch sick I put that on my momma life, yeah I live this Everything I spit you prolly think I ripped this Or write this, you ain't livin' life like this You ain't really gettin' money like bam I like sticks Yeah that's cashville Yeah that's cashville I can tell you how a hundred stacks ca- [Verse 4] You can call it all that You can call 'em that [?] 24's when I ball yeah they crawl on that leg You can call me Mr. Mack You can call me Mr. Raw Still on that other shit like "What they hittin' fo'?" I be posted on the corner store or by the liquor store And if a [?] try to give it to me [?] tell 'em to give me mo' Really they don't feel it [Verse 5] I ain't lookin' at no camera when I'm feelin' the flow Front me 10, nah bitch, I need 50 of those Got the mind of somebody 'bout to get 'em a key Matt Mayo, Glimp [?], fuck Rich McGee It's the same old thing but it's just a different day If I wasn't rappin' now, I'd prolly be pitchin' Ye Well I'm lyin, I'm still rappin' and I'm still pitchin' Ye But I ain't gotta ask you, get the picture ay I ain't gotta trip about it nah I can't trip about it, you can check my resume There really ain't no bitch about me And plus I keep like 4 to 5 with 'round 6 around me You think you're bullshittin' 7-4 with 6 around me I always keep it clock, 'til the clock strike 12 And I ain't even trippin' 10 months in jail I been home for 10 days and done raised hell I ain't trippin' I got [?] pay my bail I got a P.O but she pays me well I fuck her one time and she says "oh well" I'm on some other shit, you can't make me stale On probation but I still go to ATL I'm on some other shit I'm 'bout to bomb a spark I'm 'bout to take this motherfuckin' shit to [?] Park You wanna talk the shit, Jelly Roll'll get the [?] And plus I stay with my skates like Tony Hawk You prolly gonna get it- [Verse 6] Jelly Roll will hustle up Attitude like fuck 'em up Used to wear black t, switch to swagged button-up's You want some other shit, better go on and cough it up If you got your bitch with you, better go and cuff her up 'Cause I'ma fuck her up, and you already know I say my name a thousand times like I'm Mike Jones Because I get the white in, damn my white's gone Presto, walo, whatever, shit, it's gone I'm on some other shit I make it disappear I cut my hair and fuckin' lost it like Britney Spears I say I'm nauseous, motherfucker get clear I'm 'bout to sell a motherfuckin' hundred thousand this year You can get that Kill mic a kit kat Break 'em like a kit kat Kids get kidnapped Still on some other shit Bet you don't dig that Better get your shovel in a mouth like a tic tac Motherfuck that Jelly Roll from a rugrat Thug cat, hit your neighborhood like where the drugs at I don't wanna rap You keep talkin' 'bout the studio Grew up in a gangster paradise, my name is Coolio Only blow that fruity flow Right back to the studio Only reason that I need a camera is for her bootyhole I'ma tell you all the truth Stick it in the south Hard for her to talk, 'cause I keep it in her mouth Plus I still keep the coke [Verse 7] He wrote another one He wrote another one [?] Hold on, I'm 'bout to paint the Chevy candy bubblegum Shit you want another one Bet you I can do that Way before this rap shit, Jelly really slew crack I hit the club, Jelly Roll, yeah, who's that? He dropped a hundred stacks, how the fuck he do that? It doesn't make any sense, yeah true that You ever seen a Chevy flip from blue, back? To blue black, Jelly Roll do that Move that, 22s, nah too small, cat Ball back, Jelly Roll still stay stay strapped Southside certified, ante I'm from way back Southside, yeah I'm really from there [?], run there, even kept a gun there I ain't gotta talk about it Everything I done there Grew up in my momma's house, whole bunch of crumbs there Searchin' on the floor she needs a nickel Rockstar, woke up every morning, put my shoes on and hit the block Jelly Roll don't call the cops Even if you shot me Prolly heard about a snitch, heh, heh, not me I be where the block be I be where the rocks be And I rap in a fuckin' a city that could stop me [Verse 8] Yeah I ride Plus I grind I ain't trippin' on no motherfuckin' grind time Hit the club Friday night, it's like shine time You talkin' 'bout Jelly Roll, bitch, I'm fine I put that on my momma's sight That I'm gonna bring that drama right to your door and show you what that llama like And I ain't saying that I'm G, but I really am And I even tryna say that I give a damn Call me the gingerbread man from the way I run it And you can't catch me if you can, bitch, I ain't stuntin' I'm on some other shit, I'm all about my fuckin' money I'm all about your bitches, nah, yeah, come here honey I really like the way the flow come in real nice I'm on some other shit, grab a bitch and kill mics I'm oldschool like some Mike J's Plus I still get money in the right way, haha See I'm just kiddin' tho Really I ain't trippin' tho Babygirl I'ma [?], still ain't said I'm tippin' tho Yeah, yeah, she likes it Make her sing like Bobby Feel like Whitney, I keep no Bobby I got no hobbies, only a fuckin' profession I swear to god it's a blessin' These other people are stressin' I ain't trippin' It's a drought right now I ain't trippin' 'cause the truth is I'm out south right now And not to mention I'm out 'bout right now Still get money from in and out right now I got a stack on me I got a stack on me I got a 5 on me That ain't from rap, homie And I ain't tryna go there, or go there But if Jelly Roll's there, then there's snow there And I ain't trippin' 'cause y'all don't really know there Joey Sparks said it's hard to breath with no air I got a place in the trunk, you can go there You want your bitch with ya, I can put your hoe there I ain't trippin' tho [Intermission] We finna to send this in [Verse 9] Broke a lil sweat, I even lost my breath But still I came back like fuckin' who's next And I'ma keep on bangin' like 2 tecs It's like I'm confused and claimin' 2 sets But I ain't really trippin', I only claim one I only claim money, a 7-4 hun And no I ain't dumb I'm movin' like Dolo They really think I'm solo I'm like Han Solo I'm on some- [Verse 10] Fat boy, d race, said I'm whippin' big bodies Hit the club, super fresh, I smell like Itsamiyagi I ain't trippin' what you sayin', she got titties and body Not to mention that my rims as big as Mr. Miyagi If you really, really want it You can really, really get it You talk about a lot of shit but really we just different I know that you ain't from the south but really I ain't trippin' I'ma keep it cool and really I ain't kiddin' If you think that I'm jokin', man you hopeless 'Bout to drop the album, yeah I'm fully focused Came from the gutter, man my momma said I'm hopeless Blew up to the top, motherfuckers I'm smokin' You can call me Jelly Roll, say that I'm rollin' 4-5 Hole em, Playstat- controllin' X, O, squares, everything you need I cut my hair, got back with the weed From the coke to the seeds Nah ain't really none of them I ain't trippin', I'm just tryna get some fuckin' money in You just want a hundred pounds, nah I need a ton of them Jelly Roll'll make you laugh, hehe, funny him I ain't even trippin' tho, fuck what all ya'll be sayin' I ain't gotta say this shit no more 'cause I done quit playin' And when this chopper starts You pray I quit sprayin' I'm on some other shit, your mom better not quit prayin' 'Cause how I'm feelin'- [Verse 11] Better ask your babymomma why she love me Been out of jail for a day, got a touchscreen I'm on some other shit, I be where the drugs be I told momma sorry, I'm where the thugs be I get love from the bloods and loves from the crips From the MS 13s yeah, they love my shit And they don't understand 'cause they don't speak no English Real hustlers don't sleep, you don't see me sleepin' Never ever did it before And I'm back and I'm harder than ever before Said the team came back and we stronger than we've ever been Swear I'm at a funeral from all these dead presidents Rappers talk a lot of shit, really that's irrelevant Pockets like a elephant Got it from a Mexican Gassed up like Mexico Keep the word from Mexico Jelly Roll got more white than a Def Leppard show 'Bout to let the tec's blow Aim it at your face You can call me what you wanna I ain't trippin' on the case I done proved that before And I didn't snitch Every single day I wake up in the morning, get rich Beat-