Been Around The World Freestyle

[Intro: DJ Clue & Fabolous]

Live from the 718

World Famous DJ Clue.. Desert Storm

The Kid Loso... Welcome to Friday Night Freestyle Baby

We turning up for the Streets... This that Hall of Fame flow baby

Stop Playing.. (Lets Go)

Yea kid mobbin' with the gods...  (Clue)

Uh huh, Uh huh we like it

Yea Kid mobbin' with the gods

You don't want no problem with the gods

[Verse 1: Fabolous]

Look I talk it cause I live it, stand on my own pivot

I don't need your credit, and you ain't got it to give it

All I do is fill up banks, Aunt Viv it

Drink Belaire Champane and Club Liv it

I come from the era where you really had to live it

Couldn't say you Bentley, you're really a Honda Civic

Every thing you said painted pictures so vivid

So when I talk clippers, know that I can Doc Riv it (swish)

Big man, pace your self like Roy Hibbert

You feel froggy than leap, stop all the ribbits

I pop up at your crib and cats lookin' like Xzibit

Box braids and mean mugs, I mean thugs

Type you would merge with on some purge shit

Put in 'work' ASAP, on some Ferg shit

My homies said "niggas just tryna wave surf you

Tryna jump aboard the wave you gave birth through"

All these niggas late and want me to waive curfew

Talkin' like they shooters when they wouldn't spray perfume

They know who the hell I be, I'm L-I-T

I pass one to French like "c'est la vie"

Ju L-I-E, stay off the L-I-E

The 2 Chains made a single no L-I-E (Truu)

I mean I don't care what her man says

He better come 'airing' like Hernadez

Or you gon' hear that 'Braat' like Birdman says

Leave him hanging out his helmet, Richard Sherman Dreads

See, I hit shorty like I need that bouquet

Her man hit me back like "you need some WHO cake?"

I text him right back like "you heard that new Drake?

You know that if you reading this it's too late"

See you ain't offending me

It ain't like you ain't heard son is fly as Kennedy (JFK)

Riding in the six, got a lot of enemies

A lot of people tryna drain me of the energy

I know how it be, you know me from Brevoort

Used to call me "Sport", now it's Resorts

Boats and  sea ports, foreign v's bought

Stamps and p-port, bunch of bitches in them Ms. Parker jean shorts

Mami got some head that'll stop a deport

Throat game have me stuck, call it deep thought

But watch where you kick it

You park in the wrong spot, you know you'll get a ticket

All of that tough talk, and now the shit is crickets

Be alot of places where these niggas can't visit

They think yo mans missin'

["I been around" hook chant]

[Fabolous ranting]

I been around the world nigga..

I been around your girl too

Stop callin my muthafuckin phone talkin bout who this?

Deez NUTS! GOT 'EM! Hahahaa... GOT 'EM!

[DJ Clue]

DJ Clue... Desert Storm...

Street Fam... I told ya'll...

[Fabolous ranting]

Don't let me catch you in the wrong spot nigga

Dem boys gon give you a ticket

Tryna take the waaave from a nigga

[DJ Clue ranting]

We ain't done yet

Ya'll niggas is sleeping at the wheel

We on auto pilot