Big Brother (Freestyle)

[Intro]

I like this beat

I mean it's just a loop and all

But, fuck it I'mma spit anyway

Buck, I'm just gonna spazz on these niggas real quick

[Verse]

Krizzle, he a new breed, life's like a movie

All the newcomers like, who he? who me?

Just a nigga straight up out the gutter With the skill to make a New Yorker wanna be Southern

Streetlights tell the stories of the real niggas

Pardon me if half the time I don't feel niggas

Like honestly, how the fuck you get a deal nigga?

I guess once I get on, I'mma have to kill niggas

Lord I was tryin' not to push it to the ledge

The grind ain't sturdy and we hangin' on the edge

Mississippi got next, you heard what I said?

Now still I'd rap some of the best when I'm dead

Check my cred, killer is a fact

I'm talkin' 'bout bars, I ain't talkin' 'bout pecs

When I get green like Gumby, I stretch

A pair of J's out the case, yea I'm that fresh

Yes, give me any beat and I kill it like it's livin'

I only do me, cause fuck how they feelin'

That green that I'm tottin' got me higher than the ceilin'

The whip color Sunny-D nigga, I'm orange peelin'

Streetlight chillin', niggas can't touch me

Car without an engine, bitch you can't budge me

Heard the lames hate me and they baby mommas love me

If they didn't handcuff 'em at my show they'd prolly fuck me

I'm a little crazy, I'm a little off though

Put you on display in the day like a car show

Toss you in the trunk and drive away with the cargo

All I see is snow-bunnies call me Donny Darko

Grill look mean on the whip it's a gargoyle

It's the shit niggas in the hood sell hard for

A fine crib and a Lambo Mercilago

A1 Credit and the next Top Model

But you know niggas

Think they guns can stop 4 niggas

Claim they hard as hell, but really ho niggas

Slow niggas never get paid

Gold diggers get played

And lame niggas never get laid

Unless they throwin' fetti at a chick that call me daddy

She bring me all the money cause she know that make me happy

Go out and break her back just to keep her nigga flashy

And see me on top, she thought it was a classic

I'm a nervous wreck on the mic, I keep spazzin'

Married to my money and she havin' contractions

Gave birth to money with (?) classes

My Tyler dig the new line of rubberband fashion

Chill