GiveUpTheGoods Freestyle

[Verse: Omen]

Thinking of a master plan

My mind moves fast as Cassius hands

Gotta plant my stance

Had to relax myself, distract from trends

Had to detach myself, Enhance my brand

Hurricanes formin', the clouds appear charming

Til my reign start sending sirens alarming

Top lyricist, you ain't in that league

I'm a star selling my flows as NFTs

Senorita on my line like "Ven aqui"

Overwhelming had to tell her "yo, can I breathe?"

Used to have a lot of holes, it's more like a lot of headaches

So many things I had to unlearn

I had to unbreak my heart

Like Tony in the 90s with a short cut

The day I landed on this Earth

I was a surе shot

Been on the forefront, sorta like a short stop

I movеd to New York, Cole finished 'The Warm Up'

A couple months later I was on a tour bus wildin'

White girl smiling

Of course my mind in the gutter, entering my prime

I was tryna discover just who am I in this game

Full of lies, full of suckas?

Environment was tougher than I realize

With my heart and my soul and my mind

I relied on this [?]

For God to speak

Type of talk that don't always sound logically

But it feels right

A lotta time stressed on you, what you built like?

At the current moment it's a lot of people bigger than me

But ain't none of y'all looking like that nigga to me

After I give them they flowers, then I give 'em a seat

Got plaques off of beats and my pen is elite

You ain't real, you a character pretending to be

Just to get you some reach

Took your style and you dipped it in bleach

I ain't judging I'm just stubborn

The authentic, non-gimmick, slept on like soft linen

Niggas put a fork in him

But I play dead, that's a safe bet...