Forever (Freestyle)

[Hook]

I be shutting niggas up when I talk

But nothing's ever gonna get done to me

Y'all ain't gon do nothing at all

I'm gon be talking shit forever man, ever man

Shut the fuck up when I talk

Nothing's ever gonna get done to me

Y'all ain't gon do nothing at all

I talk about your ass forever man, ever man

[Verse 1]

Last name Voorhees, first name Jason

Like a loaded pistol, boy, I ain't nothing to play with

You don't want no problems, that drama be too horrendous

Fuck you and your feelings, your Momma the who offended

Pimping ain't easy, but bitch I'm in the building

I'm the smack man, I got a backhand like Serena Williams

He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children

Even though he be eating like he Sicilian

I sweat brilliance, I shit genius

You on fire till I come by you and extinguish

I'm distinguished, I'm bout to quit writing

You bout to grow a set of hooters while a nigga just wing it

My dick swinging, it's slappin my leg so much the shit's stingin

You heard who better than me, bitch bring em, uh!

He stepped up like Rocky, he'll probably be finished

He'll go from looking like he Balboa to Rocky Dennis

You thought you was winning

'Til every tooth in your mouth is in a pouch in your pocket

The next time you talk to your dentist

These lame niggas say they bodies is endless

Get in my lane, they license to kill is probably suspended

I'm fly, feeling like I got wings and I'm in the air

I miss my flight, tell the pilot I said, "I'll meet you there"

Cause he too rare, there should be a sign on every vocal booth

That says, "If Nickel-9 cues to do your beat, beware"

[Verse 2]

Last name, Pay Me, first name, Fuck You

You collect and call me by my alias, it's What Loot

Find me with your bitch my dick out, with a mouth on it

Take her round the corner a couple times, put some miles on it

Take her round monsters, OGs that used to be slaves

For Reagan helping to fund the Iran contra

Poster boy for gun rap, I got all kind of rhymes

Done about my guns cousin cause I got, tons of em

I ain't no, industry nigga, I don't do no events

I got some red carpets that's under my shoes in the Benz

He so street, when he do it, the sewer's his twin

He spit that shit, he should spit it into a depend

When it come to rhyming, I'm a Ducati, your dude is a Schwinn

I don't do parties and you, you just do men

My crew just too sick, your crew got pooper scoop dicks

My crew just drink and do chicks, nigga, y'all ain't gon' do shit

Slaughterhouse dynamic is Ortiz too mature for beef

Joey kill you with his words, me, I do it forcefully

Crooked is the smart one, but don't you get it twisted

That nigga there, he will kill you I been to see how he living

When I brainstorm, actual rain comes

I am one with the streets

I Sam Cookes the beat until change come

My brain got different compartments

One, it holds the psychosis, one, it holds the explosives

One just got a note in it that says on it

"Homie knows that he dope, he stay on his toes, he ferocious"

It's hopeless to focus on me with negative energy

You'll only lose your focus

I am not the best, I am death

Now let God and Satan iron out the rest

[Outro]

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha

That's the victory laugh

Ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha

And since I can't do another nigga beat

Without y'all try thinking I'm dissing him

Shout out my nigga Drake

Now get the fuck out my face 'fore I fuck you up