Truffle Butter (Beast Mix Freestyle)

[Verse 1]

Yeah, think-thinking out loud

I can name a couple rappers biting my style

But I  ain't even tripping, what's a Bentley to a Civic

Niggas never will admit it, give a fuck if you're offended

Man that boy spitting, see a young nigga winning

Eat you rappers up for dinner, oooh happy Thanksgiving

Oh lord, I'm a top shotta, block cotta(?), the cops got 'em

Promoters tryna to holler, just tell 'em its top dollar

I've been cool with it, I'm thru chillin', a new villain

I'm a lieutenant, you dudes finished, a young Lennox

You a Mike Tyse, you bite-bite, my flow nice

It's a bunch of niggas up in the crowd, you all hype

Why the fuck is they minding? Mind on combat

Bar after bar, what you talking nigga, Klondike?

Nothing never lesser than a mill if I sign that

Try me, Mutombo, oh no, palm that

I'm thinking out loud

I just wanna marry Angela and stay down

Yes Ms. Simmons, you'd get more than just the business

I am true to my religion, I can make your daddy proud

But I'm off that

Half a million in a month though

You owe me money, I'll be banging at your front door

For twenty dollars nigga shooting like they Rondo

Be on your corner every morning like Alonzo

Ooooh, somebody stop that boy

Every chick on Instagram wanna fuck this boy, ha

A nigga abs on fleek, and pause any nigga wanna test my cheat

Dawg I'm a beast, up in VIP, rocking Givenchy, no drawers underneath

I'm a rockstar, she like chocolate I put it in her mouth boy

She use her tongue every inch, I want it wiped off

My jewelry shining so bright you leave the lights off

Ooh, damn, bling bling nigga

Hood Nation the motherfreaking team nigga

Yeah, and I ain't really wanna cuss at all

But ain't no love from the boy, it's just lust involved

Baby mama wanna trip, now the courts involved

Heard you need a little money, now you forced to call

Damn, she don't wanna let me see mine

See all this drama don't fit, I want a refund

Telling lies, cut it out like a coupon

I keep faith, gotta pray, all in due time

But, silly you, that's a poor move

I still ball like the nigga John Wall do

I kick it with some pretty bitches like Kung Fu

It's thirty grand if you want me in your venue

See I'm a motherfucking beast, no nice guy

I get your man X'd out, I'm a cyclops

I don't Kid, no Play, fuck a high top

And still fill twenty holes, screaming fuck cops

Nigga!

Hood Nation bitch!