Word Game (Freestyle)

[Verse]

(DJ Capcom) Of course him and me gon' chill and just kick it

Chillin' with some POW! chains

I got style, flame, anything, a wild name

Blunts, fuck, comin' with the funk

I got a couple speaker boxes up in my trunk

Smokin' paper planes with the Taylor Gang

You went in the club, tryna make it rain

Break your toes, ayy, no date

Smoke trays by the O-zays 'til my nose bleed, ayy

Grab your sport, I'm chillin' on my court

These are American Spirits, these are Newports, shit

I'm too short, under 5'7", but I rhyme the [?] in a badder sentence

I be [?] get me higher or maybе vaporizers, runnin' out supplier (DJ Capcom)

[?] you been a hater, I'm gеttin' Lakers, gettin' paper

Nah, just disintegraters, for the paper

Head bang, doin' head stands on a beat

If you stand to your feet, you could see

You can't fuck with me, Chuck E. Cheeze

Cuz, adjust the beat, I'm about the paper, math like a calculator

'Bout to smack ya bitch out ya gators

Smokin' Swishers, yes, like a splinter

Spin her, nah, motherfucker, Master Splinter

You be sucker free, nobody can fuck with me

Anybody do 'cause they know they got double-V

Double-V, I don't even know what that means

I'm gettin' mad cream, got mad dreams, havin' bad dreams

Stayin' up, pizza, please, nice to meet ya

Now I'm 'bout to beat ya and eat ya

Nah, I ain't Justin Bieber, fuck it

I'm a leader, so now I hit my beeper

My cell phone, with an L rolled from my wrist to my elbow

Like the class president, hell no

Arnold Palmers, I'm smokin' marijuana

Go and get some munchies down at Benihanas (DJ Capcom)

Tijuana, when I wanna take a vacation

Sick of all these motherfuckers [?], hatin'

My eyes lookin' Asian 'cause I've been blazin'

All the waitin', BJ put braids in

Fuck, I let TreeJay scratch it like a DJ

Don't care what he say

I got Barack Obama, I'm blowin' up like I'm Osama, Sodoma Hussein

In two games, go in, all it takes

In the ball boat, follow the leader, you an Indian, Squanto

I make it rain, get a poncho

Motherfuckers always tellin' me that they got tacos, sour cream

I'm about the dream, have imagination

Have your patience, this is a collaboration

I'm meetin' Mary Jane, your life feels very plain

Charge you like my BlackBerry, man (DJ CapCom)

I'm sippin' on some dry Gin, why him?

Try and get down with YM, that would be Young Money

'Cause now I'm tryna get rich, you can get your head kicked

Motherfucker, get sticked, uh, yeah

Happy B-Day to the Q Cuff, I ain't too tough

You know your shoes scuffed, you're too much

Masturbation, fuck that, I'm all about my graduation

EZ Mac spittin' out a G of crack

[?] everybody think I'm only cheesy rap

This my station, I'm sippin' on the Hennessy

Losin' memories, motherfucker, that's my remedy

And then it be

Chillin' in the Olympics, no gimmicks, I'm in it

Down to the specifics, I'ma get it, spit up, yeah

I'm recordin' (Yeah), in the air, Air Jordan