Luther's Beat but It's a Freestyle

Oh shit ****

This 808 go hard

I ain’t talking bout wood

Got a hundreds bands and a hundred blunts already made and wrapped in my car

I gotta make it through with my music too so people can hear it from a far

This nostalgia shit and I’m loud and shit in the booth rapping so hard

Play that tag real quick

Got a hundreds bands and a hundred blunts already made and wrapped in my car

I gotta make it through with my music too so people can hear it from a far

This nostalgia shit and I’m loud and shit in the booth rapping so hard

I got ones and twos, maybe threes or fours good ass hits, no fluke, on god

I got it made, I sharp the blade, I getting paid, for place I raid

Gotta call the maid, Im throwing shade, wearing my shade, with my new suede

Hold up, you can’t hang with my gang, blood brothers, yea you know the name

In another lane, swerving swerving kyire Irving with the handles boy you can’t catch up

Daquanboi what’s up?

Man I’m straight chillin, chillin like a villain

Chillin like a boss, No Rick Ross

Chillin till I’m hot, chillin cause you not

Freestyle shit, me style shit

Call me a monkey ‘cause I got bars

And I got what y’all be asking for

And you claim you got more, bitch you got whores

She took me for granted

She want that bbc, I put her on the granite

Bust a load like a cannon

All on her back, Picasso on the canvas

And I’m spitting like a menace

Rosa on the bus, Robot on the transit

And they say I’m acting reckless

All for my dream, resting like I’m restless

Pitter patter, roaches scatter, it doesn’t really matter

I get a lot of winnings climbing up the ladder

I was sinking in the beginning and my head started spinning, I was kidding, I was tripping

Started swimming to the surface

You thought it was a burden

Man I already heard it

Got a lot of people on my dick saying I don’t deserve it

Gotta write my name in ink and I can’t write in cursive

If you’re talking all that shit better say it in person

Japanese name on my forearm

Haters throwing shade so I gave them my forearm

And I play my game like this is my own uh

And I play my game like this is my own uh

Like surviving in the woods, sleep in the tent

Like sex in the woods man that’s shit is intense

Like that shit is intense

I’m the best, you the worst

And I won’t lift the curse

Have doubt in my mind

But I put it in the verse

And I said that I was over

But we’re just getting started

Daydreaming on my mind

But bro I can't depart it

Got a hundreds bands and a hundred blunts already made and wrapped in my car

I gotta make it through with my music too so people can hear it from a far

This nostalgia shit and I’m loud and shit in the booth rapping so hard

I got ones and twos, maybe threes or fours good ass hits, no fluke, on god