Freestyle 1

My house paid for, my car paid for
My jewelry paid for, I never fade away
My heels, my clothes, all paid for
I spit fire like I'm a Draco
Those guys want to buy me with a drink
Compare themselves? They went overboard with the drink
To hell with whoever, I swallow them
All the jabs they throw at me, I brush them off
Diva makeup, I have a new hit called Santiago
Every time I upload a video, so much replay I give you a backache
Where are they that I don't see them? Update your lyrics, they sound like gibberish
Take punchline classes, go ahead nephew, I'll pay for them
I swear on my Versace collection
You'll be knocked out before I run or duck
You can't reach me even if I get drunk
I became famous without giving in and without losing my style
To rap my heart as black as jet
Right now I'm recording a song with Tinashe
Don't compare me, I come from the school of Tego, Canserbero, Apache
By my saints ashe
Whenever I get bored, I retire, I leave a mark on all the tracks
Allergic to bitches, to the envious, to the motherfuckers, amen!
So much flow I can't find myself
So many lyrics and I don't fall
I score the goal and don't use a cleat
I steal that old flow from them