VEGAN FREESTYLE SESSIONS #1 (Pt. 4)

I'm gonna try to rap with weird timings
But dude, you don't know who I compare myself to
Son of a thousand bitches, I told you I nail it
Everything I want and deserve, I grow, I tell them who I am

Since they know me in the motherfucking street, street, street
The motherfucking Lit, the best who always hits hard on the beat
And my buddies wanna outdo me and can't find any fucking way
They know I'm like metal, double
They take it as good because they put it all together

These idiots never have the cash
I look at them, dude, but from below the shoulder
From the shoulder, what's up, I'm amazed, in the circle
I tell them these dudes never go around the roundabout
I have all this flow to throw them off
And it's late, from above like a bomb

It's not the Iraqi, Lit Killah throws a free
That he throws will and then doesn't sweat
Just activates my ability to tell them that I'm gonna split them
My nigga can't even decide which CD

You're gonna hear today
Surely the one from Duki who killed it, my boy
They know very well that I always leave them destroyed
Don't act tough because you know I sound the way I want today
Today I'm not Floyd, Floyd Mayweather
These kids stay duel in the crowd
Don't act like good dudes, every man for himself

Because none of them come close, they don't have the gold
Must have gold, must have flow, kid this hits you
Don't act tough, they're the Alpha I'm the Omega
Either you win or get out
Or you screw your lady, I was gonna say damn
I almost lose it, it doesn't matter, I'm crazy
Son of a thousand bitches