Street Corner Freestyle

[Verse: Prodigy] This is that street corner curb rap, where all the dirt at Rats, roaches, snitches and down bitches Backstabbers and cut throat fuckers Your own brothers, cousins and so called friends They all wanna piece of your light 'cause light dark They all turn on you easy 'cause life hard I severed my ties with these frauds Flamingo ass niggas, actin like broads They mad 'cause my swag real swervy Doc Martin's lookin like a black nazi Tony Toca, Shade 45 I'm Alejandro Sosa of rap music I design sneakers for Supra Nigga I shape and mold your future I'm robbin this train, sit the fuck down And shut the fuck up, you's a project clown I'm a global phenom, gorilla shit King Kong Knock your head off of your neck, you do me wrong I told you don't never fuck with me But this nigga don't hear good until that heat Rupture your eardrum, and fry your brain My freestyle like free base and crack cocaine I'm a O.G. young rollin stoner Rolled it up, light it up take a plane get trippy I grew up in the era of razors and buck 50′s Violence and hardcore hip hop she dig me Like archaeology She lookin for a big bone she done hit the lottery