Can't Tell Me Nothing Freestyle

[Verse: Royce Da 5'9"]

I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven

Roll dice and put that on a seven

I told god I'll be back in a second

Man it's so hard not to act reckless

Hip hop's alive I ain't feelin' it

Look me in my eyes and tell me I ain't killin' it

Man how could I be the villain

When I turn right around and revive what I'm killin'

So when I rhyme niggas feel it

No more beef I had to throw mine in the skillet

Just ask Nas who he feelin'

Macgyver's mind I got supplies on the ceiling

That's when I heard a friend say, life is but a hyphen

Bottled up inbetween that begin and end date

Scribbled on that tombstone, nigga you'll be soon gone

Nigga's will just move on, I see behind your days

I thought all I had to do was pull the pen out and blow the fuck up

Didn't know they were squeezing my grenade

The politics is out of it Nickle out of jail

Now nigga's start apologin', acknowledgin' Solomon

Jesus, hotter than a fever

Nigga shot at me guarantee I got even as a season

Nigga this is D's up, with the red and green cuffs

Gucci on the boy, boy nigga you ain't seen plush

We did the suicide doors

You're trying to do the villa with the suicide floors

It's like I'm who decides war

A coward dies a thousand times you should die more

Six million ways you can get it when you diss me in them lyrics

Nigga you decide yours

I'm in the house by the beaches

I never look inside a mans mouth while he eatin'

I know the south's trying to keep it

The game is to be sold without tryna lease it

Without sounding preachish

Y'all doing y'all dirt and y'all trying to sweep it

Under your monies a tall sign of weakness

Y'all signing don't make your hard body y'all hymen

Labia made glittery glittery shells

Jewel's are the forbidden fruit when the bitter rebels

I never seen a dead hand inside a purse

I never seen an armored car that follows a hearse

Imagine if the game died and we got it a shirt

Good more is good more and russle the side of it's worse for

Unto whom, so ever much is given of him shall be much required 'til his luck expires

Nah I ain't a prophet but I'm happy you asked me

From shackled to my past to freedom, make way the profits

That's why you find me in the latest outfit

While it's childish, grown ups try to find a way to stop it

Cause once the Cournel get it on and poppin'

I spit coke the eight ball's in the corner pocket

I'm a monster like Swizz is, y'all full of shit like my clip is

Round up to slap or shock a nigga like T.I.P did

But no apologies for shit did cause y'all too wound up

I'll go against a nigga cause the wind blow

Keep that hole between your ears and your chin closed

Po boy bow to a dope boy, Five-Nine bottom line y'all are not a inch mo'

Groupie couldn't walk a mile in these Gucci's

Couldn't sniff the in sole stick to king Cole

Your very being is a journal

Your that flow in this rap show of the eternal

[Outro:]

La, la, la la

Niggas can't take our money home

La, la, la la

So we spend it's like nothing, right

Excuse me, did you saying something?

Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing

I'm the best

You can't tell me nothing

What bitch, you can't tell me nothing