One Mic Freestyle
YA
GENRE
[Intro]
Strikez in the mix
Zero
[Verse]
Don't talk drills if you know you ain't done them
Get 'round, bun them
Me I love ching man down
But most of the mandem's cost is gunmen
Gotta step on **** blocks
Watch all of them run with their dumb friends
Teeth in the top, it's vicious
This just might be the day to your son ends
Quick neck shot, tellin' man "Breathe"
Trust me, it gets more than peak
When I step with metal and sheath
Ay, kway back then, weren't done by them
More time, it was done by me
Fuck the opps, no way can I run likе them
You don't wanna get bun like Tweed
You don't wanna gеt bun like Tweed
Slap this wap in your head
But I bring that to your gaff instead
Your bredrin packed
Put him in packs and fling him on ends
How they man talk like they got waps?
You're too brash, ain't got no skengs
Pree off the whip, jump out, you're pissed
.15 unclipped, come see if it bends
Ying that down, bare idiots bleedin'
I pray that I don't get bagged
Feds hate when I do 'cah they know I ain't speakin'
My young G's fly, come through
It used to me in the bando beefin'
I say "Make sure you don't get bagged"
My past is mad, I shouldn't be preachin'
My heart's cold, more than freezin'
Speedin', on the M way for the bands
I can't even talk to the fans
But all of this dirt man dished for the gang
KP got bad for the maz
My bro soon land, comin' out all wam
And I still take risks for the fam
But trust me, jail is not part of the plan
I said "Jail is not part of the plan"
Kway back when I did it on peddles
Now, we get bread, get 'round in a fence
Pull up on me, get window ching
Won't smash no glass, I ain't leavin' dense
Anyone's setting on feds
I let that beat like Fernz and Renz
Luckily, none of my bredrins are dead
LOL, can't say the same for them (Can't say the same for them)
Strikez in the mix
Zero
[Verse]
Don't talk drills if you know you ain't done them
Get 'round, bun them
Me I love ching man down
But most of the mandem's cost is gunmen
Gotta step on **** blocks
Watch all of them run with their dumb friends
Teeth in the top, it's vicious
This just might be the day to your son ends
Quick neck shot, tellin' man "Breathe"
Trust me, it gets more than peak
When I step with metal and sheath
Ay, kway back then, weren't done by them
More time, it was done by me
Fuck the opps, no way can I run likе them
You don't wanna get bun like Tweed
You don't wanna gеt bun like Tweed
Slap this wap in your head
But I bring that to your gaff instead
Your bredrin packed
Put him in packs and fling him on ends
How they man talk like they got waps?
You're too brash, ain't got no skengs
Pree off the whip, jump out, you're pissed
.15 unclipped, come see if it bends
Ying that down, bare idiots bleedin'
I pray that I don't get bagged
Feds hate when I do 'cah they know I ain't speakin'
My young G's fly, come through
It used to me in the bando beefin'
I say "Make sure you don't get bagged"
My past is mad, I shouldn't be preachin'
My heart's cold, more than freezin'
Speedin', on the M way for the bands
I can't even talk to the fans
But all of this dirt man dished for the gang
KP got bad for the maz
My bro soon land, comin' out all wam
And I still take risks for the fam
But trust me, jail is not part of the plan
I said "Jail is not part of the plan"
Kway back when I did it on peddles
Now, we get bread, get 'round in a fence
Pull up on me, get window ching
Won't smash no glass, I ain't leavin' dense
Anyone's setting on feds
I let that beat like Fernz and Renz
Luckily, none of my bredrins are dead
LOL, can't say the same for them (Can't say the same for them)
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