Flyboy Freestyle

[Verse - Young Korgy]

Feelin’ like it’s 4:20 and it’s time to get high, boy

Nah, this ain’t no World War II, but I’m a flyboy

Time to take flight and fight for the right to rhyme tight

Snatchin' a mic from a hypebeast is likely

To cause a chain reaction of fights and it might be

That your crew is too slight for the might of this lightning

Spittin’ whack shit like it’s outta spite, B

This is hip-hop, y’all be takin’ it too lightly

And I’m a vicious emcee, ain’t got time for no niceties

Ain’t try’na be corny, boy, I’m cold as Ice-T

Straight out of the 80’s, baby, crazy as Damien

And that’s my best homie, if you hatin’ well, fuck ya then

Shout out all my squadron and everybody that’s down with me

Bizzy Ballin’ and DAMD, KBM and McClain

Skinnee Bones and Big Shir steady spittin’ the flame

Kurtis stay packin’ bowls and Uncle Geno the plug

Pour a four in the foam, I stay sippin’ the mud

Got a script for the xan and a line on the Molly

And all the judgement can cease ‘cause everybody is salty

I don’t do it ‘cause other rappers popularized it at all

I just do it ‘cause life has turned my heart as arctic and cold

Ex-homie wanna kill me ‘cause he thinks I fucked his bitch

But I would never ever go there, might as well have a dick

Buddy crossed too many lines, fuck sayin’ his name

Evictin' homies out the house and try’na ruin my name

And fuck his little rap shit, it was derivative, lame

But enough of this bullshit, I’m finna pass it to the big homie

And fade into the background now, and light it up like Smokey

[Verse - Big Shir]

Not one of y’all motherfuckers can take back what I been through

Shitty-ass family, fuck ‘em, wish I never knew ‘em

What can I do in this lifetime? Reality’s manure

I can’t maneuver, the groove is looser than Medusa

Snakes in her hair and there’s snakes in the grass too

Fakes everywhere and there’s fakes on my ass too

Hey, Korgy, light it up and let’s just smoke this grass, fool

Handful of real friends, they in the same class too

But of hard time drop-outs, we never gave up

Had each other’s back and then we stepped our game up

Turn this shit around and spend it like we never gave a fuck

We got turned down a lot, but now we turn our fingers up

Open this Coors and pour this Jack all in my cup

Drink and reminisce, forget ‘bout how life was tough

It’s the time, hit the switch, like enough is enough

This poker face is dead real, I wouldn’t call my bluff

You lookin’ at a crew, who’s time is done, steady turn cold

Sandstone emotionless, you better stand full

All this rap slander from panhandlers is gettin’ old

The weak can speak bleak, the pros should just let it go

Now I’m on like streetlights, posted like a sticky note

Sometimes life sucks without the fuckin’ hickey, though

Gotta make decisions even when it’s feelin’ tricky, yo

1337M0B, Bars Brothers, Outlawz, get busy, hoe!