Genius Freestyle 003

I spit that other shit

That guns and butter shit

That cooking eggs in the kitchen

That Melvin fucking your mother shit

That gutter shit

That late night in the summer shit

On the stoop getting high

Chris Tucker shit

Nigga we everywhere

You lames is never there

I got my feet on the table

Sitting in leather chairs

This that sippin’ Henny out of champagne glass

This that burn the L while sittin’ in first class

This that old school collabin’ with new school

And I broke into this old ass game with new rules

I got guys with loose screws

That shoot tools

That learned from the OGs

That shoot pool

Drinkin’ a forty-ounce and puffin’ a few Kools

Tellin’ us who they popped

And how they moved cubes

Where I’m from, you snooze you lose

If you nap, you a wrap

Act a fool, you food

It’s Brooklyn, the home of the best niggas to do it

But now rappers is trash

The game is all polluted

But I don’t care ‘cause my movement is moving

And I’m still humble, gettin’ money and booling

I couldn’t say I was nice

I had to prove it

If I never got aggressive

They would have never knew it

They would have never listened

No haters or criticism

When they were sleep

I woke and poked them

Kicked them and pinched them

Wake up bitches