Hiroshi Freestyle
Savan DePaul
GENRE
[Verse 1]
Don’t even have a whip but you can tell I got drive
They ask for one review by the time that I got five
Gotta go hard [?] like [?] and that hoe, [?]
On the run and I’m ‘bout to blow up like hold on
Don’t cross that line or else blaw
With pressure I’m cooking, you rappers are just hurting yourselves now
[Bridge]
Competition is the goal, composition is on swole
I’ve been gifted and awoken with a sliver of a hole
Competition is the goal, composition is on swole
I’ve been gifted and awoken with a sliver of a hole
[Hook]
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
[Verse 2]
Oh, you think you would pick apart my craft and then I’m perishing
I rarely get negative criticism so I cherish it
Who’s out doing something right if it exists?
God looked at DePaul and made it right that he exists
The oldest son is thinking of a line that he could spit
Something to get you wired like a line that you could sniff
It’s short, sweet and to the point like [?] rounds
Fuck with me on your joint and I slap-box you down
You ain’t nobody flickering
Ain’t nobody dangerous
Ain’t nobody banging, ganging or fentanyl-tainting
[Hook]
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
[Outro]
Rest in power to the magnanimous Hiroshi Sato
Anyone who tries to go gonzo for my top bros, get your top blown
Do not, bro
Don’t inflict Stockholm on my top poems
But the spot, yo
Don’t even have a whip but you can tell I got drive
They ask for one review by the time that I got five
Gotta go hard [?] like [?] and that hoe, [?]
On the run and I’m ‘bout to blow up like hold on
Don’t cross that line or else blaw
With pressure I’m cooking, you rappers are just hurting yourselves now
[Bridge]
Competition is the goal, composition is on swole
I’ve been gifted and awoken with a sliver of a hole
Competition is the goal, composition is on swole
I’ve been gifted and awoken with a sliver of a hole
[Hook]
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
[Verse 2]
Oh, you think you would pick apart my craft and then I’m perishing
I rarely get negative criticism so I cherish it
Who’s out doing something right if it exists?
God looked at DePaul and made it right that he exists
The oldest son is thinking of a line that he could spit
Something to get you wired like a line that you could sniff
It’s short, sweet and to the point like [?] rounds
Fuck with me on your joint and I slap-box you down
You ain’t nobody flickering
Ain’t nobody dangerous
Ain’t nobody banging, ganging or fentanyl-tainting
[Hook]
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
When I’m making music with the homies
When I’m making music, make your nose bleed
Hoping I’ve forgotten like Hiroshi
[Outro]
Rest in power to the magnanimous Hiroshi Sato
Anyone who tries to go gonzo for my top bros, get your top blown
Do not, bro
Don’t inflict Stockholm on my top poems
But the spot, yo
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