Grimey Freestyle

Okay
Uh-huh
(Man, how the fuck I start this?)
Man, I feel like the one they do not wanna play with
Ain't number one, then I'm jacking you racists
No, I'm sick and done of y'all wasting my time
Every second you get, can you please Apple Pay it?
I went to therapy so I could get me some clarity on why y'all act like a bitch
Thought I was trippin' when I heard y'all yippin' and yappin'
Y'all actin' real passive and shit
Passive aggressive, but if I turn passive, it's all of a sudden
You a pacifist, bitch
Who mans is this?
I took a sniff in his room, and it smell like a bitch
Now, d-d-d-did I stutter?
Pussy boy tryna act tough, but it sound like they b-b-b-buffered
All I hear is clutter
Hate when thеy say they ain't suckers then b-b-b-burst likе a bubble
I'm doing too much, my brodie told me I ain't doing enough
They go blue in the face and then blue in the gut
If they buggin', make sure they medullas get rough
That's how you school a punk
Every day I get pettier, feel like Kenny
DiCaprio flow, but my coat is DaVinci
I'm all for the gold 'cause these hoes coming plenty
It's out with the old, fuck these old heads, dummy
Go ahead, buddy, get to that bread
Get you some hoes, get you some head
These days, everybody ain't on shit
So real talk, focus on you and your dad
Shawty gon' say I ain't shit, huh
I'm like, "You right, lil' sis," huh
"If you won't give me my money"
"You gettin' put on a list"
Fuck being friendly, no buddies
'Cause all of y'all act like a bitch
All my life, y'all did me wrong
So now, I be grimey as shit
I need all of mine, need all the shine
Petty as shit, give me all of my dimes
Nickels, pennies, even dollars and fives
If they fuckin' with me, we gotta ride
Return of the Khan, word of advice, I ain't workin' with y'all
Fuck 'em, they ain't fuckin' with me, we ball
Motherfuckers who done been where we are
Tryna call me, tell them all, eat a dick
Told Saru, this the timin' we on
New friends, no, I'm good off that shit
Money moves, ain't no strangers involved
Told David, "I'm the reason you rich"
Only one who can judge me is God
Only one who can judge me is I
If they fuck with me, get smoked like a za'
And that's word to my guys, Khan
Wait, what the fuck?
Where the fuck did the beat go? I'm tryna snap
Bitch, I ain't done yet, bring that shit back
I am not up yet, I can't relax
We in the function, turned to the max
Get to the munyun, run up these racks
Foot on they necks, can't let 'em react
I talk with my chest, they be talkin' to yap
I walk with no limp, they be walkin' shit back
Steppin' on toes, who be steppin' like that?
Featherweight giant with a heavyweight jab
Tell FUNKFLEX, "Drop a bomb in this bitch"
I'm the new nine-eleven, I detonate fast
Big ups to Brooklyn, we runnin' this bitch
Show love to my city, the rest of them ass
These days, rappers be actin' like bitches
I cannot get with it, get sent to the back
And I got God as my witness
I'll witness this shit, right before you get slapped, Khan