T.M.S. Freestyle

[Produced by Tim Suby]

Why they worried bout me

Man u couldn't even speak

I dont really understand

Ion eva talk cheap

Swear i dont make songs

All i do is make heat

Spread sheets fulla dolla signs

A Shoebox full of turpentine

Whats a west side shorty

Doing numbers overseas for?

And when they talking cheese what they staring at me for?

For heaven sakes they sayin imma detonate like a C4

See sure, imma key for all these weak whores

But i made my own lane like a detour

You got lessons to learn

A mad bitch bark

And get left on the curb

That shit for the birds

They be dressin like thugs

Be a bitch from the burbs

Don't get mad when i ask

All these bitches to swerve

Oooh i done did it

Dey say i done did it

Say she want war

Tell da gurl come get it

Camping at the top

Man i swear i hear crickets

All these rappers talking bricks

They ain't even seen a chicken

And they say I'm too vicious

But the world so twisted

Id rather be a killer than a black politician

I switch it, then i blade

I be trading stocks while niggas was buying js

Soular system on the way im sorry for the wait

Other niggas drop a mixtape in 30 days

I ain't even got it out but im grossing 30k

Whoever you be

Whoever is sleep

Im living life on a high swear its better than dreams

Why these hoes love to holla they better than me

Let me make it real clear

Im sitting on the hottest mixtape of the year

And you can bet ya bottom dollar that Im killing careers