Peter Rosenberg (Hot 97) Freestyle

Yeah yeah

Look

I told em

Fuck ya bank account

Get your statements up homie

What you sayin to the people you see through

Cause evil is evil but we allowin it

I don't know if it’s as bad but it's coward shit

No matter what self-help shit you masquerade it all under

It's simple

You took culture and made it about numbers

So I won’t stand by or chant lies like it's not sleazy

So if that make me anti then fuck it, I'm Ri-Ri

But don't act like I won‘t smack life I want you industry hacks right now all GP

Yall be at the cool parties lookin like DTs

Fuck what's PC lil homie I need my PC

Only real New Yorkers is gon get that

They like the odds against you

I'm like bet that

Setbacks ain't setbacks you just pushin my set back

You gon have to kill me if you want me to not hit the stage

Shit I tried to come with kindness now you get the rage

They like “Oh no, hurry up, get the sage, let's behave, we still got time ‘fore he says our names”

Please, yall ain’t worth the time I don’t get to waste

You think anything you do could make me quit?

Muhfucka, I still root for the Knicks

Are you kiddin me? Maybe literally

Cause I'm bout to be a goat so it figures, B

Way I pull strings soundin like a symphony

Still a empath but I’m losin sympathy

Man you lucky that my heart is pure the art of war's an art and yours a part absorbed that's hardly sure

I been studyin since Mook-verse party arty boy, check

I ain't the best by mistake this is by design

I make points with my bars call em dotted lines

They like, “How we he do it again?”

Shit, I ain’t ever worried bout losin

I work too hard

I'm more worried bout losin some friends to illusions and ends

When the future commence

But check

Imma need my name in the conversation

If they won't give me my spot then I gotta take it

The real? You won't play that

I'm real, I don't play that

What a difference just a few words could make, shit