Freestyle S**t

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Warning
 The surgeon general has determined (Mmh, yeah)
 That the sounds you are about to hear
 Will always be devastating (I want it all, nigga, all of it)
 To your ear
 Sleep well
 Kane season
 Drink some of this champagne
 (I love Madlib, he makes me much joy)
 Yeah, yeah
 I want it all, nigga, all of it
 (My favorite, my nigga Madlib, obrigado)
 Yeah, yeah
 I want it all, nigga, all leather
 25th and Jackson, I'm back in action like Carl Weathers, uh
 Tryna beat the Rocky like Carl Weathers
 Trap boy Kane, I club a lame, Sylvester
 Crack cocaine, I was my own investor
 "Could I do this shit independent? That was my only question, uh
 Usher Raymond IV, Confessions
 Ferra let me come through and hit when I was alone and stressin'
 Yeah, 'cause when this music shit wasn't movin', man
 I said I might as well be movin' thangs, uh
 Uh, Joey let him shelf it
 But I still put out my fuckin' debut record, for the record
 Where I move when I'm with these
 Hoes is off the record, for the record
 For the social media shit I was livin' reckless
 And these rap niggas share the same hoes
 Gotta curve bitches, gotta cut bitches, gotta change hoes
 I was reminiscin' in the Range Rove
 Me and my little brother shared the same clothes, nigga, yeah
 That's when this music shit wasn't movin', man
 I said I might as well be movin' thangs
 'Cause when this music wasn't movin', man
 And I was barely even movin' thangs, uh
 Said I was moving with them shooters, man
 Before I barely even knew the game
 East Side, Gary, nigga, I got it tatted
 Virginia Street, fuck the niggas that ratted, my nigga, uh
 Don't wan' hit the trap if I don't gotta
 My weed habit so close to snorting powder
 Niggas don't holler 'less I got narcotics
 Scratchin' and itchin', he on that dog collar
 Trunk full of tapes, I ain't got no dollars
 By the time niggas show you love, you don't even want it
 By the time niggas show me love, I ain't even need it
 By the time niggas showed me love, I was on the TV, yeah
 That's when this music started movin', man
 But I still proceed to move them thangs, uh
 Said I was moving with them shooters, man
 Gang bangin' and recruitin', man, uh
 Yeah
 Movin', man
 Fuck it, keep it, I'm done
 

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Duration
02:28
Key
7
Tempo
86 BPM

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