1 MINUTE FREESTYLE

Off an X Fighting my demons, like I'm Ken Carson He don't make a difference for his team Be on the bench startin' Call of Duty is the only place you got ranked Need to go equip a belt, your bro 'n' 'em just got spanked This shit hittin' crazy, you would think the Za' tranked Middle man checks me on the 'gram, like "Who got banks?" The gang stuck together, we ain't Pangea Bitch ain't got a dollar, unless she go use her man's Visa Right before interrogation, tell 'em I got amnesia How I run it up, you think I'm half man and half cheetah I might ra- never mind that might get me canceled He ain't got no standards, hittin' everything like Mickey Mantle Swipe, scam, jugg, back in school, it was the giffy scandals Forty-nine and arm, on my way to winnin' fifty battles Ts, I'm finna tie Floyd All that tryna cuddle, bitch, I'm tryna touch your thyroid They in Santa Monica, we vibin' at the Viceroy Kick say Rick, but I ain't snitchin' like the white boy I don't trust him though, he got a big mouth like Billy Bass Blow it in the deep, and I'm floatin' like a lily pad Run it up alone, before I ever get a piggy bank Grade-A fibber, can you rap 'bout what you really have? If I'm masked up, it's doomsday, MF Doom Go crazy, red face, you think I went to FSU We can see who ball harder than me, need a Bal Harbour All them foolies and he still died, he should've bought armor Speak into existence, shit I'm finna work with Shawn Carter