One Million Percent Freestyle

Tryin’ think back to a quiet time

I never had one in this mind of mine

Rain, sleet or snow, gotta find a line to define our times

We gotta vote, but we all know it’s just bidin’ time

Storm comin’

Is you ready if the war comin?

Tell me would you hoard somethin’ you have?

You know we can’t afford nothin’ wasted

Dudes be like “I ain’t frontin’” but at best you front-adjacent, that’s the same shit

I’m very tired of the bullshit

If you gon’ take a shot at me, then be IGTV

Son, you better bring the full clip

I can’t believe I’m still doin this

They can’t fuck with me

Shit is nothin new, they been wearin’ masks to me

You couldn’t rattle me

You remind me of Polo Sport 3-packs cause you bout to be a casualty

I know your type

You the type to have jewelry on at Applebee’s and front to the Gram on a close-up story like “This is how we eat”

I’m just laughin, B

My notebooks is elite

I got a masters in scribblin’, check the pad degree

Man, I’m glad I’m me

Shit I been rappin’ bout for years has come to fruition

Yeah, and now they want pay attention

How I’m problematic? They ain’t have problems with addicts bein’ used by corporations just to make dividends with

I don’t believe that you care about what you say you do

Cause you’ll fuck with the corny appropriatin’ shit long as so and so say it’s cool

So I don’t play the fool, keep doin’ what I say I’ll do while they do what they paid to do

Spit the shit that they know but they hate is true

Workin’ man and y’all better pay your labor dues

Get on tracks and eat, I don’t got no one to cater to

I been here for years pussy, make a move

Load management-ass rappers take the code and abandon it-ass rappers

Lay the groundwork and don’t have the balls to stand in it-ass rappers

Take a cultural wound and try to bandage it-ass rappers

But wouldn’t remove the knife from the shoulders that you standin’ on-ass rappers

Craft’s crafts try to slander but you know that you can’t hold a candle to-ass rappers

Scared of when I’m big enough to banish you-ass rappers

Look, I’m past cap and I’m past stats

They don’t know the sound of true applause, only ass claps

Pass back what we do with blame fore we take a shot

Always felt that if I bet on me, I would take the pot

Wouldn’t quit on me if the game was rigged which is a good thing cause it prolly is

Yeah, but I don’t do the “prollys,” kid

I go and get it, one million percent shit