CRG Freestyle

[Verse 1]

Slow down with the fake shit it’s a yield sign

No doubt niggas hate me but I still gotta hold down

It’s the hometown that believe in me

Whole time I’ve been growing tired of the scenery

Showtime let’s go outside, maybe courtside

Spark game, maybe spark game at the point guard

Try to pop waves win the game but the score tied

When it’s war time, leave everything horizon

Never had my heart hеaled

Been had my heart broke

Niggas sound hostilе

Bitches say, “How so?”

I’ve been off Blanco

Tryna get in my zone

White-black Maybach like a 11 Concord

Bout to drop Number 8, then be patient

I’m at Patrón again, pickin’ out flavors

Frustrated for real, but I’m not blazin’

I pay Jason for that look at my glaciers

Look I’ve been a topic, baby

I know the optics bad, but look not to worry

Hurry and drop, already

To tell me that I’m ready

Don’t really rock with anyone

I ain’t Marty Jennety

I gotta watch my thoughts my heart too big

Look what I’ve done

Fuck these shots my influence everywhere

Dickriders? I don’t bother

Anybody? My iPhone be on vibrate

Would be silent, but I got a mark on call

For Tiafone the dialogue is full of commas

It’s a god flow, yoruba  boy, call me baba

You rap niggas really bastard where your father?

Pops used to drive crackheads to the hospital

Niggas got me back thinkin’ I’m in shotgun

It’s funny that they wanna throw me off

And it does, but I won’t spiral

Y’all niggas think I’m Bledsoe in this Foxboro

Y’all think a nigga bleed so y’all prosper

I don’t want no props now prostrate

A lotta them be fans ’til you get a hot streak

Y’all should be in the stands everybody not playin’

Run up on the wrong man put in the sky suite

Look, they won't bust a grape

They swat a fly

Don’t go towards the bubble

That phone private guy

Go toe to toe with niggas

That go back and forth for y’all

They asked what I do I should’ve laughed it off

They got a bone to pick no one asked at all

You niggas think you gone then don’t wanna scrap no more

Tell a reactor to break it down for y’all

We all got a bag but it’s what side you on

It’s like that bunch of slight niggas

That don’t like rap

But I get it when the tide switch

Get a life jacket

I swim through the hype shit

Like I’m maestro

Natural feelin’ like Michael Phelps nigga, I flow

Oh, two two threes like Mike, like Bron

Chew through things less like then y’all

Excuse me had to move back two seconds

Now I move forward M. Bison y’all

Cyclone killer, multi-hype man

Y’all had one job

24 hours and 48 Laws

That’s 72 reasons y’all cuttin’ y’all loss

Y’all really so fickle, y’all really so flawed

Y’all really just said you ain’t checkin’ for Florian

On my late not the one to sing songs

This is one of those… Number 1 boy

Slow down with the fake shit got a stop sign

Whole time brought a yield sign, but they stop tryin’

Yield but now we gotta crash out, cash out

Give veneers that a real skill gap, real time

I be outside not for everybody, better stop tryin’

When I rhyme, they gon’ feel that

Feel like I need healin’ for real

Hell nah I’mma feel what I feel ’til it’s real, get back

Never had my heart healed

Been had my heart broke

Niggas sound hostile

Bitches say, “How so?”

I’ve been off Blanco

Tryna get in my zone

White-black Maybach like a 11 Concord

Bout to drop Number 8, then be patient

I’m at Patrón again, pickin’ out flavors

Frustrated for real, but I’m not blazin’

I pay Jason for that look at my

[Outro]

Slow down with the fake shit…

Slow down with the fake shit…

Slow down with the fake shit…

Fake daps, fake hugs you know all the basics