10 Minute Freestyle

[Verse 1]

Tatted up

Talkin' ’bout sixteen-five for a half a pluck

And I ain't trippin' that’s the real price

Jelly Roll is real white but still got the coke and it's real nice

It's got a base tint but sometimes it's real white

And you don't know what a hundred stacks feels like

It's cash ville, I said it's cash ville

I ain't got a grand, but say yeah I crush up in Nashville

I’m really on my money, man, I’m on the paper chase

I can't hear these fuckin’ haters, I don't know what haters say

Plus I'm on a fuckin' mission like each and every day

Powder peppers talk a lot of shit but they would never spray

[Verse 2]

Jelly Roll sink clean ’til that I stall

Plus I still get money, yes I ball

Every time I see your bitch, gives me an eyeball

And if my P.O ask I hang drywall

[Intermission]

For real!

Get him again!

Get him again, Jelly!

[Verse 3]

And if my P.O ask I sell drywall

I said "sell", fucked up, no I'm off

I'm just lyin' babygirl, yes, I'm on

You can wipe me down like a motherfuckin' Boosie song

'Bout to start a movement, 'bout to get my tookie on

I'm 'bout to hit the kitche, 'bout to get my cookin' on

I'm 'bout to get with your bitch, yeah get that pussy on

I couldn't fuck her, 'cause too bad, the pussy's long

They say the dick's long, they say the dick's big

I stick it in her stomach, I make the bitch sick

I put that on my momma life, yeah I live this

Everything I spit you prolly think I ripped this

Or write this, you ain't livin' life like this

You ain't really gettin' money like bam I like sticks

Yeah that's cashville

Yeah that's cashville

I can tell you how a hundred stacks ca-

[Verse 4]

You can call it all that

You can call 'em that [?]

24's when I ball yeah they crawl on that leg

You can call me Mr. Mack

You can call me Mr. Raw

Still on that other shit like "What they hittin' fo'?"

I be posted on the corner store or by the liquor store

And if a [?] try to give it to me [?] tell 'em to give me mo'

Really they don't feel it

[Verse 5]

I ain't lookin' at no camera when I'm feelin' the flow

Front me 10, nah bitch, I need 50 of those

Got the mind of somebody 'bout to get 'em a key

Matt Mayo, Glimp [?], fuck Rich McGee

It's the same old thing but it's just a different day

If I wasn't rappin' now, I'd prolly be pitchin' Ye

Well I'm lyin, I'm still rappin' and I'm still pitchin' Ye

But I ain't gotta ask you, get the picture ay

I ain't gotta trip about it nah

I can't trip about it, you can check my resume

There really ain't no bitch about me

And plus I keep like 4 to 5 with 'round 6 around me

You think you're bullshittin' 7-4 with 6 around me

I always keep it clock, 'til the clock strike 12

And I ain't even trippin' 10 months in jail

I been home for 10 days and done raised hell

I ain't trippin' I got [?] pay my bail

I got a P.O but she pays me well

I fuck her one time and she says "oh well"

I'm on some other shit, you can't make me stale

On probation but I still go to ATL

I'm on some other shit

I'm 'bout to bomb a spark

I'm 'bout to take this motherfuckin' shit to [?] Park

You wanna talk the shit, Jelly Roll'll get the [?]

And plus I stay with my skates like Tony Hawk

You prolly gonna get it-

[Verse 6]

Jelly Roll will hustle up

Attitude like fuck 'em up

Used to wear black t, switch to swagged button-up's

You want some other shit, better go on and cough it up

If you got your bitch with you, better go and cuff her up

'Cause I'ma fuck her up, and you already know

I say my name a thousand times like I'm Mike Jones

Because I get the white in, damn my white's gone

Presto, walo, whatever, shit, it's gone

I'm on some other shit

I make it disappear

I cut my hair and fuckin' lost it like Britney Spears

I say I'm nauseous, motherfucker get clear

I'm 'bout to sell a motherfuckin' hundred thousand this year

You can get that

Kill mic a kit kat

Break 'em like a kit kat

Kids get kidnapped

Still on some other shit

Bet you don't dig that

Better get your shovel in a mouth like a tic tac

Motherfuck that Jelly Roll from a rugrat

Thug cat, hit your neighborhood like where the drugs at

I don't wanna rap

You keep talkin' 'bout the studio

Grew up in a gangster paradise, my name is Coolio

Only blow that fruity flow

Right back to the studio

Only reason that I need a camera is for her bootyhole

I'ma tell you all the truth

Stick it in the south

Hard for her to talk, 'cause I keep it in her mouth

Plus I still keep the coke

[Verse 7]

He wrote another one

He wrote another one

[?]

Hold on, I'm 'bout to paint the Chevy candy bubblegum

Shit you want another one

Bet you I can do that

Way before this rap shit, Jelly really slew crack

I hit the club,  Jelly Roll, yeah, who's that?

He dropped a hundred stacks, how the fuck he do that?

It doesn't make any sense, yeah true that

You ever seen a Chevy flip from blue, back?

To blue black, Jelly Roll do that

Move that, 22s, nah too small, cat

Ball back, Jelly Roll still stay stay strapped

Southside certified, ante I'm from way back

Southside, yeah I'm really from there

[?], run there, even kept a gun there

I ain't gotta talk about it

Everything I done there

Grew up in my momma's house, whole bunch of crumbs there

Searchin' on the floor she needs a nickel

Rockstar, woke up every morning, put my shoes on and hit the block

Jelly Roll don't call the cops

Even if you shot me

Prolly heard about a snitch, heh, heh, not me

I be where the block be

I be where the rocks be

And I rap in a fuckin' a city that could stop me

[Verse 8]

Yeah I ride

Plus I grind

I ain't trippin' on no motherfuckin' grind time

Hit the club Friday night, it's like shine time

You talkin' 'bout Jelly Roll, bitch, I'm fine

I put that on my momma's sight

That I'm gonna bring that drama right to your door and show you what that llama like

And I ain't saying that I'm G, but I really am

And I even tryna say that I give a damn

Call me the gingerbread man from the way I run it

And you can't catch me if you can, bitch, I ain't stuntin'

I'm on some other shit, I'm all about my fuckin' money

I'm all about your bitches, nah, yeah, come here honey

I really like the way the flow come in real nice

I'm on some other shit, grab a bitch and kill mics

I'm oldschool like some Mike J's

Plus I still get money in the right way, haha

See I'm just kiddin' tho

Really I ain't trippin' tho

Babygirl I'ma [?], still ain't said I'm tippin' tho

Yeah, yeah, she likes it

Make her sing like Bobby

Feel like Whitney, I keep no Bobby

I got no hobbies, only a fuckin' profession

I swear to god it's a blessin'

These other people are stressin'

I ain't trippin'

It's a drought right now

I ain't trippin' 'cause the truth is I'm out south right now

And not to mention I'm out 'bout right now

Still get money from in and out right now

I got a stack on me

I got a stack on me

I got a 5 on me

That ain't from rap, homie

And I ain't tryna go there, or go there

But if Jelly Roll's there, then there's snow there

And I ain't trippin' 'cause y'all don't really know there

Joey Sparks said it's hard to breath with no air

I got a place in the trunk, you can go there

You want your bitch with ya, I can put your hoe there

I ain't trippin' tho

[Intermission]

We finna to send this in

[Verse 9]

Broke a lil sweat, I even lost my breath

But still I came back like fuckin' who's next

And I'ma keep on bangin' like 2 tecs

It's like I'm confused and claimin' 2 sets

But I ain't really trippin', I only claim one

I only claim money, a 7-4 hun

And no I ain't dumb

I'm movin' like Dolo

They really think I'm solo

I'm like Han Solo

I'm on some-

[Verse 10]

Fat boy, d race, said I'm whippin' big bodies

Hit the club, super fresh, I smell like Itsamiyagi

I ain't trippin' what you sayin', she got titties and body

Not to mention that my rims as big as Mr. Miyagi

If you really, really want it

You can really, really get it

You talk about a lot of shit but really we just different

I know that you ain't from the south but really I ain't trippin'

I'ma keep it cool and really I ain't kiddin'

If you think that I'm jokin', man you hopeless

'Bout to drop the album, yeah I'm fully focused

Came from the gutter, man my momma said I'm hopeless

Blew up to the top, motherfuckers I'm smokin'

You can call me Jelly Roll, say that I'm rollin'

4-5 Hole em, Playstat- controllin'

X, O, squares, everything you need

I cut my hair, got back with the weed

From the coke to the seeds

Nah ain't really none of them

I ain't trippin', I'm just tryna get some fuckin' money in

You just want a hundred pounds, nah I need a ton of them

Jelly Roll'll make you laugh, hehe, funny him

I ain't even trippin' tho, fuck what all ya'll be sayin'

I ain't gotta say this shit no more 'cause I done quit playin'

And when this chopper starts

You pray I quit sprayin'

I'm on some other shit, your mom better not quit prayin'

'Cause how I'm feelin'-

[Verse 11]

Better ask your babymomma why she love me

Been out of jail for a day, got a touchscreen

I'm on some other shit, I be where the drugs be

I told momma sorry, I'm where the thugs be

I get love from the bloods and loves from the crips

From the MS 13s yeah, they love my shit

And they don't understand 'cause they don't speak no English

Real hustlers don't sleep, you don't see me sleepin'

Never ever did it before

And I'm back and I'm harder than ever before

Said the team came back and we stronger than we've ever been

Swear I'm at a funeral from all these dead presidents

Rappers talk a lot of shit, really that's irrelevant

Pockets like a elephant

Got it from a Mexican

Gassed up like Mexico

Keep the word from Mexico

Jelly Roll got more white than a Def Leppard show

'Bout to let the tec's blow

Aim it at your face

You can call me what you wanna

I ain't trippin' on the case

I done proved that before

And I didn't snitch

Every single day I wake up in the morning, get rich

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