Tim Westwood Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, uh, uh
Uh-huh, huh, hahaha
Some of y'all be sayin' y'all freestylin'
But y'all be like... spittin' writtens and sh*t
Haha, that's BS
Uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh, uh, uh-huh
Uh, I don't even write my wrongs, haha
Ayy, yuh

[Part 1: Waves by Joey Bada$$]

[Verse 1]
Off the top, kickin' it, no karate class
Janitor, I'll mop his ass up, chop his ass up
I'm the best at what I do, can't nobody do it better
Your girl a sprinkler system from the way I get her wetter
Uh, I'm out the jam like jelly
I'ma go hard, catch a shot like Belly
I'm the best to ever do it, have 'em leakin' body fluids
Feel like Waka Flocka, "O Let's Do It" when I'm on this music
Off the dome when I'm kickin' it
Kinda like I got a impediment when I'm spittin' it
I been rippin' writtens without writin' a damn thing
I'm doin' my damn thing, I rap and I sing
I ring like bells, king
That's me, you better king me
I'm married to the money, f*ck it, need to buy a ring, b
I pull up on the scene, choppa get to f*ckin' ringing
Like a joke or something, choppa get to zinging, aha
Man this sh*t look easy, on my grind like Trukfit, no Lil Weezy
Your b*tch too sleazy, .40 bless you, sneezin', uh
I'm the best to ever do it, take yo' breath away, you not breathin', uh
Breaking Bad method how I sell this meth
Retrospect, put that sh*t back in retrospect
Take your specs, take your b*tch, grab her breast, tat her chest
I'm the best to ever do it, I'ma say that again
Lord forgive me on this mic, 'cause I know I'm finna sin
Killin' him, him, and him, referencin' Eminem
All these other rappers ain't sh*t but feminine, and
I don't really got time for it
They can have a penny 'cause I don't really got a dime for it
Catch me rockin' Tom Ford and some Air Forces
With a passport and a black torch
Comin' up the full court, pressed like Kobe or somethin'
Super clutch in the fourth like Ginobili or somethin'
You say you ballin' like you Jordan, n*gga, nah, you frontin'
Run up on me, that's okay, that choppa on me get to jumpin' like Jumpman
.23 in that glizzy, come and get it
I been defyin' n*ggas like science and physics
You run up on me, I hit 'em
That choppa on me like a tongue, I pull it out and it lick 'em
I'ma shoot him 'til he done, uh
I got all the girls sprung, pull up on the scene like a "he hung"
I'm of the best to ever do it, say that again
Off the dome, kickin' it, that's just how it is
I don't got to write sh*t, I see it like a psychic
Your girl like a Huffy commercial, she ride like bikes, kid
I'm the best to ever do it, yeah, I said it, huh, and I meant it
Listen to my lyrics, man, I vibe on this b*tch
Roll a blunt up, a OG, and get high on this b*tch
Mix it with the pills and liquor, I may die on this b*tch
Did I do that sh*t on purpose? Suicide in that b*tch, huh
Suicide doors with a suicide whore
Drivin' off a bridge, I call that a suicide Porsche, haha
Ooh, we kickin' it, man, look
I pull up in a four-door flippin' like parkour
f*ck your b*tch on camera and call that sh*t a hardcore
Hard porn, sharper than harpoons
I come through with three bullets in my face, that's a war room
Animated like cartoons when I'm off the shrooms
n*ggas dirty so that choppa actin' like brooms, uh
n*ggas salty like Spongebob and spittoon, uh
Pull up on the scene, huh, that's just me, uh
Hey, switch that sh*t up real quick, uh-huh
I may come back to that, I don't know
[Part 2: Yonkers by Tyler, the Creator]

[Verse 2]
Uh-huh, I was just talkin' about how I like Tyler and that n*gga Cole
Uh, I'ma, uh
I'ma f*ckin' Dapper Dan in a pair of Gucci socks
Run up on me, you get popped
Catch the shot out the Glock, I'm the Juice, word to Pac
Run up on me, pop your top, matter of fact, better back up
'Cause I'm in the back of the truck, with the MAC tucked
Tell that n*gga condiment or somethin', he need to catch up
He can't catch us, them n*ggas can't back us, huh
Man, them n*ggas need some backup
I'm on the scene, boolin' with my bros
Like I'm Drake with the 6, runnin' through it with my woes
Run up on me like Shaquille, in the paint I'm throwin' bows
You a ballerina 'cause I keep you on your toes
Shout out to them Florida n*ggas, I know some zoes
Run up, that's okay, I'm finna let the choppa blow
I'm on Westwood, ridin' through your hood
Like Red Ridin', strikin' like bright lightnin', my flow is too excitin'
I'll end your world like Mayans, off the dome, kickin' it
Try me if you think I'm lyin', man, listen how I do it
I get brain from a smart b*tch but she stupid
Put an arrow through your heart, but no, I'm not Cupid
Make you shuffle when I shoot, but no, it's not Cupid
The wordplay is so cold, my heart is so gone
Yo b*tch is so sprung, yeah, I put the team on
She gon' give the whole team head, call that a crew neck
But I'm wearin' a sweater, I'ma get her wetter, uh
I'm the best to ever do it, I'll say that sh*t forever
No matter the weather, knock 'em out like Floyd Mayweather
I'm off the dome kickin' it, that's just how it is
I'm Khalifa with the reefer but I never been a wiz
Tricks are for grownups, they said they were for kids
Hell nah, 'cause you will get popped off like a zit
If you f*ckin' with my money cuz, I'm all about a grip
Tell your b*tch to swallow kids and I'll tell you to swallow clips
Rest in p*ss, rest in this, matter of fact, I'ma go hard
Spit crack like Bobby Brown and grill 'em like Bogarts
Stomp the yard like Chris Brown like he got shot in the movie
I'm hotter than white b*tches chillin' in a jacuzzi
My money got longer, shout out to Uzi
I'm in the scene with a nina, you run up, I'm shootin'
I swear that you don't want no problems with me, it's over with
Call me everything but sober, I am not with that sober sh*t
It's a union with my gang, come around like a Soviet
Matter of fact, I'm finna gamble for this sh*t, where your poker chips?
If you run up, you'll, you'll get cranked like Soulja did
I'ma drop bars same way I drop bombs
You ain't on sh*t, ww-dot-com
I forgot a W, I took that out, 'cause that W stand for "Win"
I never took the losin' route, I always took the losers out
Eeny meeny miney moe, I always pick the choosers out
She got titties, when she come around I pick the hooters out
Run up on me, that's okay, they beefin' on computers now?
I'm not worried about these n*ggas, keep a .30 on my hip
I Steph Curry about these n*ggas
These n*ggas hella soft, man I worry about these n*ggas
I never run away, I don't flurry away from n*ggas
That n*gga lil' pus*y, he furry, ain't he, lil' n*gga?
Pull up on the scene, you know I'm with it
My windows tinted, pulled up clean with a "Stop, you're finished"
You know we dig it
I'm ballin' like Dennis Rodman, I'm f*ckin' awesome
I'm bombin' like atomic, my eyes are redder than demonic
I'm faster than Sonic, I'm faster, withdrawals got me fastin'
My stomach movin' slow like molasses
I got it, run up on me, I'm poppin'
Feel like Drake when I'm rappin' 'cause I start from the bottom
All this sh*t that I'm talkin', I could probably back it up
I slide into your b*tch DM like a sled and toboggan
For your brains I may bargain, I caught you lackin' at Target
I'll turn your ass to a target then threw your ass in the garbage
Run up on me, it's nothing, I swear to God that I'm bussin'
Like a Proactiv commercial or somethin', haha
These n*ggas makin' assumptions, me, I'm just makin' this money, huh
I wear Givenchy, you still in Abercrombie, you see the difference?
Broke n*ggas and rich n*ggas, showin' the distance
This is a business relationship, f*ck a friendship
All these other n*ggas fake like, "What you got over there?
Let me get something off your plate," nah
I did this by myself so I don't need nobody help
sh*t, I'm a giant, you an elf, I put your brains up on a shelf after I collect it
Matter of fact, my mind is my weapon
Slide through your block again and catch some sloppy seconds
That's a preference, I heard you like talkin' about Heaven
Well I send your ass to hell, right next to Jezebel, uh, huh
You can catch twenty shells, you a fat pus*y, you get shot, Garfield
I got bars like jail barbells, these n*ggas not funny, huh, Seinfeld, aha
But my flow is so unpredictable
f*ckin' with me is like steppin' in a minefield
Man, I could never mess up, I gotta 'fess up, this is a confession
I pull up on the scene with my .40, it came from my plaster
That sh*t's a blessin', huh, I leave you in the past tense
I wrap the rap in plastics, that's just some plaster rap
But I'm still the realest rapper after the fact, huh, can you imagine that?
Man, these n*ggas sick to hell, Johnson couldn't magic that
Man, this rappin' sh*t is such a passion
Not a father when I did it so I'm callin' me a bast*rd
And these n*ggas talkin' dumb to me
But that sh*t doesn't matter, 'cause my pockets gettin' fatter
And I'm climbin' like a ladder, outer space, I'm up on Saturn
With some n*ggas that came from my hometown
They really rowdy, you run up, that's okay
I swear to God we get to growlin' and bouncin' and pouncin'
You gon' need a bouncer, we robbin' your accountant for everything
So much money that I ain't even count yet
Life's a b*tch, why is mine keep playin' farfetched?
These n*ggas ain't locked up, haven't seen bars yet
My gun singin' like Barbra, guess, Streisand
I got a knife in my right hand, your b*tch in my left hand
Her meth in my back pocket, I'll give it to her in a second
If she keep jockin', I'll rip your eyes out of your head
If you keep watchin', I am the best rapper in here
The best rapper over there, the best rapper everywhere
I can say what I want and it come out how I want it
Run up if you want, that's okay 'cause it's over
I really do not condone it, I don't f*ck with opponents
It's commas, no exponents, but these bullets come in three
And they be singin' like Jonas, I don't really got no smoke
But if you want it I got it, I pull it out and I pop it
I send some shots at your noggin, I remember rockin' Robins
Back at the bottom, now it's Givenchy and Gucci
All over my pair of pockets, man, maybe I should stop it
Let's keep goin' man, I'm just feelin' nauseous
Off the Henny, that's the remedy
A hundred in these clips, so if I shoot it that's a centipede
I stick it on the Lamborghini, drivin' like a century
It's twenty-one inside this clip, huh, like the century, I'm schoolin' n*ggas
Ruler in the Glock, elementary, I'm in her mouth like a dentist
She made me replenish, I'm ballin' like I'm Dennis
Rodman, rotten, plottin', freestyle, no jottin', I got it
Man, I could rap forever
If I go broke, Westwood, I'ma prolly trap forever
So cold I could go to Siberia and trap the weather
I could trap in Siberia, I could trap wherever
Man, rainy weather, sunny weather, either way, it goes
My gun with me 'cause let's go, ooh
Next beat, next beat, I may come back, ahahaha
[Part 3: Kill by Earl Sweatshirt]

[Verse 3]
Next part, Earl Sweatshirt Kill?
Cool, uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh
Catch me spittin' on this Kill beat
Hopin' that these n*ggas would just feel me, the real me
My weapon is concealed and
You know I'm a suspect when I walk into the building
I came to London just to make some noise
The sh*t I say is for grown men, these bars are not for lil' boys
I'm Andy with these toys
You run up on me, you get flexed on like Terry Crews and steroids
Listen, I been ballin' like a Piston
I been marchin' on n*ggas like I am army enlisted
You run up on me, you get it
My choppa retarded and spittin' on these goofy ass n*ggas
Pop a roofie, I'm gone, in a whole 'nother zone
Put my di*k in yo mom, that's the sh*t that I'm on
Yeah, that's the sh*t that I'm on, you ain't on sh*t 'cause you dumb
You run up on me, you gone, that choppa on me, it's rung
You get hung like a noose
I'm about the war, give a f*ck about the truce
All about myself, I give a f*ck about you
Matter of fact, I may just shoot the f*ck up out you
Put an X next to your name like Malcolm
I guess you didn't weigh your options out, your outcomes
You did the wrong sh*t on the right day
We turn a white day into a red day
f*ck what yo mom say, f*ck what yo dad say
I keep it 3K like my first name Andre
If I go broke, I'm probably servin' like an entree
In Bombay with yo girl suckin' all on me
Off the Xannies, I'm a zombie
Don't believe me, try me, f*ck around, stomp you
I'm kinda hungry off the weed, I may chomp you
And that shorty, she a eater, she a muncher
Man I'm feeling like a monster
Straight Jeffrey Dahmer when I'm grippin' the Llama
You don't want problems, no smoke at all
I take your whole pound and smoke it all
I take yo b*tches then f*ck 'em all
They on my D, I'm hatin', I duck 'em all
And she look at my whole team then suck 'em all
Macaroni on me, it'll buck-buck 'em all
Man somebody tell me to stop, nah, I'ma keep goin', just watch
I take yo Rollie, yo watch, yo b*tches all on my c*ck
You run up on me, get popped, they judge a n*gga like Cochran
They forgot to stop it, run up on me here
I got a rocket on me, no launcher
I feel like I am the best-est, I'm deadlier than asbestos
My word is really my weapon, I'm coming back for some seconds
Freestylin's a preference, send you to stairway to heaven
Man, these n*ggas writin' the sh*t that I say
The beats beat when I'm beatin' like Doctor the Dre
I pull up on them with the choppa, and screamin' out, "Hey!
f*ck you, pow pow, have a nice day"
And my wrist is like an ice tray, and yo b*tch she do what I say
Yeah, she put her hands in the air when my song come on
Like single ladies and Beyoncé, yeah
And the way that I spit sh*t
I burn n*ggas like Jamaicans with the incense
Been the realest with the sh*t ever since I was an infant
I'm a misfit, Tony Hawk on my grind like a trip tip, you could get hit
Choppa leave you cryin' like a chick flick, I'm a sick kid
b*tch, I been lit, man these n*ggas ain't sh*t but some pussies
And pork ass n*ggas, f*ck is a piglet
f*ck is these n*ggas, I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
A four-leaf clover on a bullet, good luck with these n*ggas
Man it must suck for these n*ggas, ol' sufferin' n*ggas
YouTube ol' video bufferin' n*ggas
Ol' big bad wolf huff-puffin' ass n*ggas
'Til I pull up on the scene like, "You think you hard?"
I put a bullet hole through your muffin ass, n*gga
Man, all the songs that I'm bumpin', I got the partiers jumpin'
You run up on me, it's over, that chopper's on me, it's dumpin'
I'll dump you like a bad relationship, hold on, wait, wait, wait
Let me take this sh*t, it may take a bit
I spit the sh*t I say, go back, re-say it
Then say somethin' different, replacin' it, man they hatin' us
It's presidential brain from yo b*tch Sarah Palin kid
Still sellin' John McCain, like you got yo sh*t snatched
My flow is off the chain, pull up in the rover, yeah, I got the range
I feel like Drake, nothing was the same
n*ggas love to hate, get up out my face before you catch a AK
Shoot him in his face, tell that n*gga bye-bye, man down, mayday
Pull up to his mom house and turn it to my safe place
I need a safe haven, I'm too busy slayin'
Dyin' my hair like Super Saiyans, leave his face on the pavement
Jackie Chan when I'm smokin', I really feel like an Asian
f*ck yo b*tch when I'm high, call that sh*t Asian persuasion
I rush out with yo girl, she f*ck for hours up in the shower
I feel like I got superpowers, I'm so superb
I'm 'bout the action, you n*ggas 'bout action verbs
I don't gotta say a word, I shoot for the green, feelin' like Larry Bird
On the competition, I drop and take a turd
Shove it in they ears, they hearin' every word
Really though, I get it poppin' like a n*gga hittin' wheelies, ho
Or an ollie, ho, or a molly, ho
Run a train on yo b*tch, that's a trolley, ho
Don't try me how I do you like Dej Loaf
You want to go to heaven so bad, here's a halo
My gun sing like J Lo, you better get low like limbo
Before you catch a couple shots for yo kinfolk
I'm Rambo with the ammo, I don't never let go
Money kinda stick to me, call me Juice Velcro
Say you gettin' money now, f*ck n*gga hell no
You don't like Adidas but this choppa give you shell toes
This choppa give you shell toes
And leave yo ass dancin' on the floor like a red nose
Beam on my gun, that's a red nose
Pull up on the scene, let the sh*t blow
Yonkers, Yonkers, in this b*tch with Westwood, man
[Part 4: Unbelievable by The Notorious B.I.G.]

[Verse 4]
Yeah, let's do it, oof, got a lil' more bounce to it, don't it?
Uh, uh, I've been going through a lot as of lately
You can call me crazy
b*tches wanna play me
Really I got blueprints
Feelin' like I'm JAY-Z
My flow in the morning, Westwood no Sway B
That's just how it is, boy
My flow so brazy, my flow so cool
My flow so outdated, so old school
But then n*gga switch it up to something so new
These n*ggas walking around like they bulletproof
'Til the bullets shoot, leave the bullets through his sunroof
Kill his son too
Give a f*ck, oh, give a f*ck
Nah, not what I do
I'm the type to pull up on your youth group
With a choppa and a machete, that's f*ckin' useful
Matter of fact, here it go
I ain't the same n*gga I was a year ago
I feel like Jesus in the studio
I'm spittin' miracles, I'm in that white whip
What you call that sh*t? A miracle
f*ck yo b*tch from the back singing negro spirituals
Got a seal, like fate, like a f*ckin' envelope
I ain't dope, I'm anti-dope, word to Travis
You run up, that's okay, you gettin' played like Lenny Kravitz
I never had a father, like I said I'm such a bast*rd
You run up, uh, cool, I'ma let your brain splatter
The bullet rim rattle
I feel like Shaquille in the fourth
Break backboards
How I break her back when I hit it from the back, boy
I'm up to bat, boy, it's out the park like Barry Bonds
You best believe that boy, huh
I spit crack boy
I spit anything they want
I sell it and make it right back boy
You run up on me you get smacked, boy
You get smacked like a b*tch and a pimp running laps boy
I'm running sh*t like gym class on your b*tch ass
Leave you leaking like maxi pads, grab a Tampax
I pull up on 'em with two guns, they attached
Knocked 'em out, ping ping ping, boxing match, uh
But my flow is unmatched, my flow is outmatched
My flow is so hard, your flow is wack
My flow is so crack, your flow is so mid
My flow is so kill, your flow is so eh
I don't got time for it
Suck on my di*k, tell your b*tch to come over and swallow my kids
Choppa on my hip I had to hollow my tips
Hallowed be thy name, pray to catch his ass slippin'
Pull up on his ass leave him leakin' I get 'em
Walkin' with a limp, .40 heavy like I'm pimpin'
Matter fact I have 'em dancin' when I shoot it crippin'
n*ggas talkin' stupid 'til that n*gga end up missin'
UFC when I fight 'em I put 'em submission
Hand on a Smith and, I'ma go and get 'em
Stevie Wonder with it, still got 20/20 vision
You can't f*ck with me, uh, you can't f*ck with me, huh
I'm like a bad STD, b*tch, you stuck with me, huh
.40 on my hip, I up it on me luckily, huh
Rushin' hours, like I said got Chrissie Tuck with me, ayy
Couple n*ggas that's bound to not give a f*ck with me, huh
Just in case these other n*ggas try to f*ck with me, uh
Kept my wits about me luckily, you know I'm smart, uh
I've been flying through the air I feel like Bonaparte, uh
Keep two b*tches in my circle like I'm Noah's Arc, uh
f*ck with me I up that choppa tear your bones apart, uh
Felt my grove on this track now I'm goin', huh
In too deep with this rap sh*t the ocean, uh
I'm a flow of the purple, the potion, uh
I'ma catch me a op in the open, uh
I make this sh*t look easy while you strugglin'
I'm ballin' triple doublin' while you doublin'
I exposed like shrooms get it? I be trufflin'
It's Terry Crews with this sh*t you know I'm musclin'
Watchin' Regular Show laughin' at Muscle Man
Chip on my shoulder it's lookin' like a Pringles can
Desert Eagle on my hip, I'm not a Eagles fan
You know I'm from Chicago they my people man, yeah
Try me if you wanna
I'll smoke you like a backwood full of marijuana
Matter fact you run up on me you don't want no drama
I'ma leave you scratched like a DJ after DJ Drama touched it
I don't give a f*ck, I'm on my f*cked sh*t
I'm killin' n*ggas like they on my bucket list
I turn my bucket list into a f*ckin' f*ck it list
So when I kill I walk away like f*ck it, sh*t
I be on my f*ck it sh*t
Matter fact me and G-Money hittin' the dealership
Pullin' up in the Chrysler like John Dillinger
Rich as f*ck like, "Damn, is you drug dealin' b*tch?"
Nah, I'm rappin', used to be trappin'
n*ggas was actin'
Cops hit the door I hid the coke in the napkin
I was shootin' craps takin' money
Takin' craps on all these n*ggas takin' naps on me
They was sleepin'
Westwood, they was sleepin', couldn't believe 'em
Now I'm the type to beat the beat up 'til it's bleedin'
Choke it out 'til the mutha' f*ckers barely breathin'
They ain't know a rockstar could rap like this
I'ma MC off the High-Tech mixed with High-C
You don't want that
Shoot you in your stomach that sh*t hard to digest
Make a art project out the projects
Shoot you in your eyes put the sh*t in prospect
Lookin' at your mindset, I'm beyond that
I'm beyond that, I like this beat
This beat like me, I check this beat
This beat Nike, these shoes on my feet
These sh*ts pricey, like thirteen hunnid, huh
You know I run it, I pull up in Hummers
You know I roll with them gunners
I feel like Birdman stunner, uh
You don't want no problems
I give you cancer with this bullet
You can catch this trauma, uh
Man I know you heard the rumors
n*ggas beefin' all over computers
Until I catch 'em lackin' in my city
Beat him in his head until he catch a tumor
Tell his momma that I did it, she confused
"Why my baby all over the f*ckin' news?"
"What the f*ck my baby went and f*ckin' did?"
He prolly went and f*cked with Juice The Kid
That's my old name, now it's Juice WRLD
Went to a different planet
Now I'm up in two worlds
f*ck that sh*t I'm up in two girls
Diamonds and pearls, I'm ruling the world
Revenge on my body, b*tch, 'cause that's my state of mind
Stevie Wonder like I said before 'cause I'ma rob you blind
I got all these answers that these n*ggas search to find
And they b*tches kinda bad I'ma have to get behind
Hit it from the back until I f*ckin' break her spine
After that I may just have to go and take what's mine
Yeah, yeah, turn on that Mob Deep sh*t

[Part 5: Shook Ones Part II by Mobb Deep]

[Verse 5]
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, oh
Ain't no such thing as halfway
Ain't no such thing as halfway
Ain't no such thing as halfway gangsters
You in them hallways, you ain't in the streets
n*ggas really thinking that it's cool to make beef
And become enemies of enemies
How come all of my enemies was friends to me
How come all my enemies is frenemies
How come all my enemies is blind
I catch 'em lackin' and kill 'em before I read all they energy
I guess that's my energy
I don't know what's gotten' into me
I'm kinda f*cked up, well at least mentally
Physically I'm richer than a b*tch, who I'm meant to be
I'm up in London gettin' in bustin'
Head like concussion
Run up, that's okay, I swear to God that it's nothin'
All these n*ggas be beefin' really they bluffin'
I'ma change the money like it's a subject
Thinkin' nothin' of it
f*ckin' b*tches in public
Callin' a ruckers
Causin' a ruckus
I'm a boondock n*gga
I'm feelin' like Uncle Ruckus
Off the dome when I'm kickin'
Freestyle I don't do the writtens
I don't f*ck with cats, so I be beatin' up the kitten
I don't f*ck with scrappin' so I'm grippin' on that Smith and
If you want it come and get it, sixty shots in sixty seconds
Had to kill 'em in a minute
My flow is intimate, white it out like it's Eminem
Really I keep on killin', my bars are really intricate
Man, I love it when I spit heat
These n*ggas think that they can get me, they can't get me
You rich than a b*tch, hell nah, n*gga, convince me
I leave that n*gga cooked up like mincemeat
I use his head as a centerpiece
I get Duff and Clinton money like my name Hillary
I spit like I'm on a ministry
You run up on me I'm killin'
My choppa on me, that's my mini-me, aha, yeah
That's my mini-me
I keep it in the trunk of the Bimmer that's where it's 'posed to be
That's where it's meant to be, that's where I'm meant to be
Uh, uh, hold on
Let me catch my vibe
f*ck your b*tch be mad if she blow my high
Suck my di*k in a f*ckin' suicide
After that catch a drift and commit suicide
Xanny and the Percy, I'm a whole different person
Even if I'm high as f*ck, I'm in the studio working
Ball like Julius Erving, f*ck with me you hit the curb
Curb stomp a n*gga before he could say a word
Yeah, and that's on my life
You lookin' for my son, I'll put that in your wife
You run up, that's okay, I got my .45
It's a fifty up in it, shoot his ass forty times
I gave my choppa a titty, that b*tch busty
These n*ggas talking stupid, they crusty
Smoking on the stank sh*t, musty
Real ass n*gga sh*t I must be, huh, yeah
sh*t I must be
Pull up on the scene, that's just me
I don't need a team but I got two teams
I don't sip green, I just sip red lean
Double cup filled up got me stumblin'
Flippin' the work up, it's Jesse White tumblin'
I got the sack I called a player I ain't fumblin'
I shoot his ass then he crawled a car under it
I'll blow up, C4's I may just detour, huh
Pull up on 'em like ooh
Hold on let me catch this b*tch
Finna' give 'em, uh
Back on spittin' the crack, ho
Full of sh*t they call me a as*h*le
Shy? hell no just a little bashful
Brick hell yeah, got a little cash flow
I spent a hunnid K within a month
I spent fifty K on a blunt
You ain't smokin' what I'm smokin' lil' boy
Big loud, your sh*t makin' no noise
Real n*gga, they a bunch of decoys
Run up on me then they gettin' destroyed
Who the f*ck brought in these boys
Who the f*ck tottin' all these toys
.30 and that .40 make 'em act up
Kinda like a cha-cha slide he back up
Pourin' that in the back of the truck
With a b*tch that like to act up
I still get my di*k sucked
I don't spit lines, I still got pick up
The truck got pick up, your b*tch get picked up
I still get my di*k sucked
We and Westwood lit as a b*tch
I give a sh*t I'm a hit
I hit the b*tch then I'm gone
I hit that b*tch like the lick
I tell that b*tch suck a di*k
I tell her swallow my kids
I tell her swallow the jizz
Hopefully, she get the gist
The wordplay is way better than these other n*ggas
I'm so smooth I could prolly f*ck your mother n*gga
After that I may just double back and hit yo babysitter
In the paint like Shaquille O'Neal 'cause I babied n*ggas
Shake it up like earthquakes lil' Haiti n*gga
I'm not on XBOX, nah, you can't play me, n*gga
4:44 my gun like JAY-Z
Huh, ahuh, this n*gga crazy
Lookin' at my dad like, "You made me?"
b*tch, I made myself, is you crazy?, oof
Is you crazy? You couldn't pay me to say that
n*gga couldn't pay me
Uh, uh-uh, uh
I wanna keep goin' on this b*tch
Uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh
Westwood type sh*t
I remember growin' up watchin' Westwood freestyles
Thinkin' I would be here one day
I use to hope for it, dream for it, wish for it, pray for it
Look what happened on a f*ckin' Sunday
I pull up on 'em like Makonnen and Drake with the choppa
'Cause the club goin' up on a Tuesday
It's 2012 and this Glock when I up it you a Mayan
I'ma end yo sh*t this is doomsday, ooh
Yeah, and that's some wordplay and this what I say
I keep it three K like my name André, uh, yeah
And this some wordplay, and this some wordplay
This some, uh, this some, uh, this some, uh, this some
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't wanna feel it if the feelin' is real
I'm Matrix when I pop these Xannies, that's a limitless pill
I'm dying to live
f*ck it I'ma live it again
Yo girl gave up the pus*y, she gon' give it again
And the crib prolly hittin' her friends
Gettin' it in, money in my pockets that I'm willin' to spend
At the door, knock knock, please lettin' 'em in
I ball like a letterman hotter than a sweater then
Pull up on the scene choppa on me, the Beretta twin
And your head like barrettes make you shake like Tourettes
Run up on me leave you left
Matter fact intercept, take a sec
Breaking bad with this sh*t, Crystal meth
Freestyle off the dome, I don't write, too exciting
Told you I'm the man and these hoes really like it
My b*tch strapped up but no she not dyking
Run up, that's okay, you gon' die from the fire
.40 on my hip, boy, I don't live a lie
Treat you like you Christ, with the sh*t crucified, huh
Yeah, you get crucified
I don't f*ck with sh*t so I ain't gettin' scrutinized
I'm high as a b*tch
I'm fly as a b*tch
You girl, gon' f*ck her she goin' bye in the b*tch
Run up on me, that's okay, 'cause you gon' die in the b*tch
Click-clack, pow-pow, homicide in the b*tch
Freestyle off the dome I won't lie in this b*tch
f*ck a pen and a pencil I won't write in this b*tch
Feel like the Buddha or something
I'm enlightened and sh*t
Feel like I'm lightning or something
How I'm strikin' and sh*t
Off the dome when I'm kickin' and spittin' the flows, ho
Pull up on the scene freeze it, I call it a snowglobe
Matter fact I'm on cold and colder than Ozone
Colder than Frozone, Colder than Ozone
I freeze up the Ozone
Walkin' yo hoes home, my di*k in yo hoes dome
f*ck is you on
I am chillin' in the green like a bunch of croutons
Gettin' top from a bad b*tch on a Futon
I remember days I used to skip school to crack cars
And crack bars and went too far off the Xan bars
I forgot them days, I still remember 'em
My life is so cold, sometimes I December it
Then again it switches up to the point where I ember it
Hot and these n*ggas be jealous, see how they envy it
Pull up on the scene, my choppa too close to me
I guess our relationships intimate
I close my eyes so I can lock in
Tourist with the Glizzy, I call her the Glock twin
Try the judge a n*gga, I told 'em they Cochran
I won't f*ck the b*tch but she wanted my c*ck in
I pull up to the scene my head is noddin'
Off the lean chillin', I'm Speaker Knockin'
Rest in peace man, that sh*t was horrible, uh
Look at that b*tch, her ass adorable, uh
I just made explorer, I feel like Dora, ho, uh
I was on the scene spittin' metaphoricals, uh
What I said in that one song
A black black, a white b*tch, a black b*tch
That's a Oreo, uh
Got the sh*t sealed like a f*ckin' envelope, uh
Pull up on the scene with the choppa let it go, uh
I'ma hunt 'em down like his ass a antelope, uh
Tote cold with the ice it's a eskimo, uh, uh, uh
Had to let 'em know, uh
Load it up, I let it breathe, I let it go, uh
f*cked the b*tch, I let it be, I let her go, uh
Uh-uh, uh
Switch up the beat gang

[Part 6: Incarcerated Scarfaces by Raekwon]

[Verse 6]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Westwood sh*t
Yeah, warmed up and sh*t
Jet lag sh*t
Represent Chicago, yeah, uh
Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst
This talent is a gift and a f*ckin' curse
This choppa to take you out the f*ckin' Earth
'Specially if you walkin' on my f*ckin' turf
I feel like Ferg how a n*gga put in work
R. Kelly with the nina I'ma make it flirt
Choppa like a candy make the sh*t starburst
Look up in the sky, do the stars work?
I'm thinkin' that I need Percs
My mom said that's a damn shame and I need work
She say, "f*ck that sh*t, I need church"
I said, "f*ck that sh*t, the church need work"
And that's real
I'm happy so it's time to take some mad pills
I'm happy so it's time to take some sad pills
f*ck a b*tch and put her voice up on the adlibs
I'ma probably do that
.40 on my hip, yeah, I'ma prolly shoot that
Bad b*tch in my DMs I'ma prolly do that
Hit the gang up and let them run through that
This is off the top like waves in the durag
I'll leave your eye blue black
That's just how we do that
That's just how we
Spazin' on they ass do that sh*t all day
Rock Gucci and Louis but I dont f*ck with Balmains
Out the park like a muhf*ckin' baseball game
I'm Barack Obama with it I need all change
Shoot him in his face a couple times like a gun range
Call of Duty with the uzi, this is not a gun game
I run this sh*t like bolt n*gga, no Usain
I do thangs n*gga, yeah, I do thangs
Off the dome when I spit sh*t
This is not a written
And these other n*ggas they be forgettin'
That I'm the best to ever f*ckin' do this
These other n*ggas lookin' stupid
Betrayin' they brothers, like who the f*ck is you? Judas?
Who the f*ck put you to it?
Choppa on my hip, I load it and put it through you
Catch me listenin' to Green Day havin' a blue day
With a bad b*tch sippin' on D'USSÉ
She'll go both ways, anything for foreplay
That's what I say
That's what I say, I'm so high of the Percs
They lookin' at me sideways
I'm goin' 190, the wrong way on the highway
Tryna get my life straight
Catch me drunk drivin' in the suburban
With a n*gga, the bomb strapped on his chest and a turban
I deserve it, I'm ballin' hard like I'm Julius Erman
I meant Julius Erving
I keep sippin' the bourbon mix it with the syrup turn to a serpent
One things for sure, two things for certain they blow like Kurtis
My flow close curtains
Your flow ain't workin'
So n*gga keep on searchin'
I'm sure one day you'll find that person
Everybody talking Lucid Dreams
But most these n*ggas don't even know Lucid mean
Most of these b*tches be really f*ckin' losin' me
Eeny meeny miny moe, these hoes get to choosin' me
I remember when I ain't have sh*t
They was treatin' me like I ain't have sh*t
They was treatin' me like I was lower class
They was treatin' me like I was a savage
Now they in my DMs tryna say
"Juice you can have it, come over grab it"
I dont wanna have it
I let my bro cut it like he f*ckin' stabbed it
Taboe with the Glizzy how I'm jabbin'
How I'm jabbin'
Man spendin' money is a bad habit
But I ball out with this sh*t, I'm a Maverick
Make 'em disappear like magic
Call a plan then I execute like Madden
Off a flat in a bad b*tch house
Tryna get it crackin' from the back end, yeah, hm
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
Fresh off the jet
Freestyle and sh*t
Eminem beats, 8 Mile and sh*t
Where I came from the great wild and sh*t
Where you would get shot if you crack smiles and sh*t
All my n*ggas goin' too hard and sh*t
I'll pull your b*tch like a card and sh*t
Heard she for sale I'm bargainin'
At the door, I'm barging in
Yellow boned like Marge again
I spread her out like margarine
I just marchin' in
Feelin' like a spartan kid

[Verse 7]
See how versatile I can get, uh-huh
Okay, I'll say a few words on this
Oh... all fall from the... uh...
Okay, look
High as f*ck, drunk as f*ck
In the back of the car like what the f*ck
Bad b*tch at the crib, high as f*ck off the drugs, suck me up
I was high, not her, she was sober, tryna get a uppercut
Hit 'em in the stomach with the choppa 'til the f*ck n*gga had enough
Freestyle sh*t that they take years to think up, that's true
Pull up on the scene, leave 'em inked up, choppa like a tattoo
You ain't know, she ain't know, he ain't know, n*gga, I'm that dude
Matter fact make you break your back like breakdance, old school
Freestyle type to pull up, put the gun to your youth group
Matter fact take a chain on your wrist, slave you up useful, hahaha
Hell yeah, yeah, b*tch, I may use you
Beat it up, beat it up, Mike Tyson I abuse you
Flow gold, so cold like diamonds f*ck that rose gold
.40 on me, it'll sneeze, grab a Kleenex, got a bad cold
Pull up on him, hit him in his face twice, now he got a bad nose
I'm the type to pull up on the scene full of sh*t like a as*h*le
My flow is so cold, my flow is so cold it's so cool
These n*ggas so lame, these n*ggas so old I'm so new
Pull up on the scene just me no guys I'm solo
Feel like Kudi 'cause I'm still rockin' the Dolo
Box all on my logo, your b*tch, she a ho-ho
Stick on me, yeah, the stick on and it's super big, no homo
n*ggas talking that dumb sh*t hit 'em in his ears, no Dumbo
Not in my house with a tumble, left-right, left-right, that's a combo
I'ma serve it like cilantro, kill a n*gga in his condo
Then I f*ck his b*tch his condo, I hit this OG, let his mom know, huh
I am the bomb, ho, I blow up just like a bomb, ho
Just let your mom know, Juice he got that Osama flow, yeah
I ain't ever gotta write, uh, I'm the sh*t to these n*ggas like, "Damn"
Do I ever gotta wipe, yuh, pull up on 'em with the gun like, "Damn"
That n*gga finna die, yeah
I'ma overkill, overkill, probably shoot him like three times, yeah, ayy
R.I.P. to my fallen ones, I just lost my brother, for real, uh
I'm sick of lookin' at the news, I may lose another, for real, yuh
Everybody keep on snitchin' on 'em, they ain't undercovers, for real, yuh
It's how I catch 'em lackin' sleepin' with each others under covers for real, yuh
Man, sh*t gets real out here
Withdrawal's a b*tch, I've been takin' too many pills out here
Tryna live out here, no Advils, f*cked the b*tch on my adlibs
Said that twice 'cause sh*t is mad real
Man, Westwood throw on some different sh*t
I'm still rappin' on it 'cause I'm showin' the distance between me and these other n*ggas
Like I said, I can f*ck your mother n*gga
Like I said, I can f*ck your babysitter
Like I said, I'm here to baby n*ggas, for real

[Verse 8]
Hmm, that was interesting
What's that genre called?
UK drill, okay, uh
It kinda sound like Chicago drill though
Sound like some DJ L sh*t
You know DJ L? You heard DJ L? Yeah
Uh-uh, yeah
Let's see how long I could rap
Let's see how long they could act
I was just up in the trap
I had my gun in my lap
I shoot a n*gga like crabs
I shake up, I don't do dab
Run up on me then I run up on him with that chopper he hittin' the lab
I add it up I add the bodies up that is the aftermath
Up in school he wanna fight, I beat him up after class
Then I meet at the next class and beat him up after that
I had the last laugh
Bombin' like Baghdad, where my dad at?
Guess he a bad dad, that was his last chance
I am the last man, they killed every one of my n*ggas
I am the last man, this is the last stand, I got the big bands
Ayy, I could rap on anything, married to a wedding ring, yuh
Need a crown I been the king, yuh, n*ggas funny, Jerry Spring-yuh
I don't got time for it, nuh, I just rock Tom Ford it, yuh
Pull up on him, god damn, I'ma up the odd got a nine for it, yuh
I feel like a chiropractor when I get it crackin' I'ma crack a spine
I'm a f*ck a b*tch so good, she gon' let me hit it from behind, yuh
Matter fact I pull up on you wit' a chopper to yo brain and change your mind, yuh
I'm at the top of the top, but it's still more to climb, yuh
I change the climate, pull up on him I'm shining
Two-tone skeleton A.P on the way rolly diamonds
n*ggas talkin' down to me, but all this n*ggas under me
Actin' like some pirates, 'cause they tryna rob and plung-e me
But I ain't got no time, I just got my 40, and I got your shawty
Off of the molly, up in the party, she actin' naughty
I tell her sorry I cannot f*ck, I wanna play her like an Atari
I just may borrow her to go to Paris, coolin' with Bari, yuh
Vlone on me, uh, yeah, Revenge on me, yuh, ayy, that's your homie
I may kill him f*ck your homie, yuh, ayy, that's by my lonely
Only wanted me no cloney, I can't f*ck her if she not thick, 'cause I really
Don't f*ck with the boneys
Yeah, hm
f*ck 12, I don't f*ck wit' the police
These n*ggas, fake friends, hatin', thinkin' that they know me
I got the force like Obi-Wan, last name Kenobi
Course I'm with a white b*tch, still catching the nose bleeds

[Part 9: Look Alive by BlocBoy JB & Drake]

[Verse 9]
Oh, ayy, aight bet
That's my sh*t
This beat hard as f*ck
What that n*gga Blocboy say? You come Hell, hahaha
From the Chi, from the Chi, look alive
I've been working like a damn nine-to-five all my life
Put my di*k in your wife
Double back, hit it twice
Run up on me, that's okay, you a pus*y, get shot nine times
I'm in the cut with a super soaker, run up on me and you know it's over
All of my n*ggas they doin', doin' the work like they doin' homework
All of my n*ggas be whippin' the work
Probably selling it at church
Run up on me you get murked
I'ma put you in a hearse
Ayy, ayy, they don't understand
I got the upper hand
Poppin' like rubber bands
I may kill your friend, I may kill your man
Then I may just f*ck you on this track let's go to Japan
I'm up in Tokyo coolin' like Uber, everywhere
I may shoot him in broad day, I never care
Look alive that sh*t bright, solar flare
Home run, goin', gone, it's outta here, yeah, ayy
Me and Westwood smokin' on the Backwood
Pre-rolled, filled it good that's a packed wood
I may just pop some Perkies, I pray to God they workin'
sh*t cut too deep surgeon, pull up on the scene I'll murk him
Turn to a whole different person, flex on a b*tch like Percules
Matter fact call me Hercules
Same ol' person, f*ck on that b*tch, she from Taiwana
I cannot roll wood, with my marijuana
I am not with the DJ, DJ Drama
Andre with the cash, cash the commas
Look alive, please look alive
'Cause if you look too late f*ck it then you may die
I'm just coolin' trap house, skate on them n*ggas, no blackout
I ain't with the flirtin' at all, but, b*tch, I got the MAC out
That sh*t dead Bernie Mac now
Tell them n*ggas to calm down
I feel like Osam now, f*ck the sh*t I'm the bomb now
I'm just vibin' on 'em, I'm just high tryna survive tryna-
Keep this beat goin', I f*ck with this sh*t
Look alive, uh, look alive, uh
Jet lag but I still look alive, jet lag but I still look alive
I only slept for a hour, that's on the plane
But I'm still here, lit as a b*tch, these n*ggas be lame
Run up on me then I'm snatching your life, and I'm snatching your chain, probably snatching your main
I'm kickin' this sh*t like, off of the brain
Half of these n*ggas can't do it, half of 'em probably look stupid
Run up on me then I do it, I got my hand on my toolie
I use that b*tch like a toilet, flush on that b*tch, I enjoy it
I just went on a voyage, yeah, I just went on a voyage
These shoes cost your mortgage
I—
Ayy, I definitely want to drop a remix to this sh*t, like officially, this beat hard as f*ck
Ayy, ayy, look, these shoes cost your mortgage and these b*tches imported, uh
Pull up on the scene I'll torch 'em, ball on them n*ggas full court
Whippin' in the trap no fort, I need a sport
I get some head from yo b*tch 'cause I swear that b*tch is a dork
Run up on him with the chopper, I swear I'ma shoot 'em for real I don't show no remorse
Nah, I don't show no remorse, shoot 'em in his head of course
That's what we aim at, that's what we bang at
n*ggas switching over money that's where they change at
I cannot change over change, b*tch, I'm remaining the same
I'm screaming f*ck all the games, I'll put a shot through your gang
I don't give a f*ck what you say, I'm getting money all-day
Ball till I'm bald think I need a toupee
Cross the street, the b*tch go both ways
Freestyle sh*t no write, you couldn't pay me to write
I got a .40 on my hip like damn, you n*ggas couldn't pay me to fight
n*ggas couldn't pay me to die, losin' too many n*ggas out this time
What's Juice WRLD on? That n*gga probably out his mind
Well, look alive, do or die, free my n*gga, he did the time
He ain't do the crime, don't believe me, I ain't lyin'
I ain't tellin', die, switch up, switch up

[Part 10: Japan by Famous Dex]

[Verse 10]
Okay, let's skate
Bad b*tch finna come my way
Going 90 when I'm on the Highway
Can't go high without the high, ayy
Every day I wake up, smoke another gram
I don't give a f*ck nor another damn
I'm smokin' the kush from the Hoover Dam
I'ma let these b*tches know who I am
I can make whole songs without messin' up
Gotta fess up, I feel like I'm next up
Bad lil' b*tch in the car named Vanessa
She's a flexer and a sexta
Yeah, ayy, sext her and finesse her
Then it's next, yuh, then it's next, yuh
Bow flex from the way this sh*t work out
Choppa leave a n*gga shaking like it's twerk out
Tyson, I may knock his lights out
Like I said shawty strapped, she tryna dyke now
Run up on me talkin' sh*t, you wanna die now
Choppa workin' kinda like a 9 to 5 now
Switch the flow up
Drinking Henny with the lean, until I throw up
Almost spent 2k on a bottle of some Henny
I don't even drink that heavy, what the f*ck gotten in me
Totin' on the semi
Hardaway when I'm ballin' these n*ggas comparin' me to penny
Spare change? Hell nah, keep the pennies
Ballin' hard f*ck a jersey need a penny, yeah, ayy
Caught a fat n*gga lacking he was up at Denny's
He don't want smoke but we got plenty
I'm on bullsh*t like Chicago, no Benny, uh
I'm in London gettin' it jumpin'
Run up on me and I'm uppin' the .40, uh, yeah it ain't nothin'
All of my n*ggas be makin' this money, no assumption
I goin' f*ck the bank until that horny b*tch c*mmin'
Watch a n*gga vomit like I said my momma really think that I'm demonic
Mom let's be honest, it's money in my pockets
I feel like a angel with these devil horns, stop it
You don't want no problems like Wayne said cool what's a goon to a goblin
What's a God without a goddess, so I need me a goddess
f*ck being humble, sh*t, I'm done being modest
Nah, I'm playin', all this sh*t a blessin'
Catch this chopper into yo intestines
Mic check, 1-2, testin'
Pull up on the scene slam wrestlin'
Me and Westwood straight flexin'
I just may drop a hundred on a necklace
I just may drop a hundred on my next b*tch
Flexin' on the ex b*tch, uh, I do that in private
My gun a librarian that b*tch came with a silencer
Yes, I'm for the violence, I still want peace though
Yes I got a girlfriend these n*ggas do hoes
Pull up on the scene like kick sh*t like Judo
I'm the type—
That beat hard, I ain't never really listen to instrumentals, like you know like the instrumentals of the songs and sh*t? These b*tches be hard

[Part 11: Plug Walk by Rich The Kid]

[Verse 11]
Plug Walk
You know you ain't the plug, so how you make the plug walk, uh
Boy, yo' plug ain't the plug of he tell you that the plug walk, uh
f*ck the cookies, I been smokin' on the kush Luke Skywalker, yeah
2 grams to the face it'll make a n*gga sky walk
Lean like a b*tch, choppa on my hip I gotta beam in that b*tch
Heat you up and your team in that b*tch, things ain't really what they seem in that b*tch
Me and Bibby gettin' busy in like every beat, I'm like Miami when I'm on the scene I always keep the heat
n*ggas must be virgins thinkin' they can f*ck with me, wits about me luckily it's on me luckily
.40 on me like Velcro it's stuck to me, keep it on my hip, holst it up comfortably
Freestyle flows, they some wannabes
Back in yo' b*tch with the swiftness
Taylor with the sh*t feel like swift, b*tch
Pull up on the scene rockin' misfits
Ever since a kid I was a misfit
Still did my damn thing, never gave a f*ck
n*ggas talkin' stupid till I pull up make 'em duck
Choppa kinda hungry, better heat him up for lunch
Better heat him up for lunch
I'ma let it breath like a asthma attack
Come and step to me if you gon' battle the rap
I was on the scene with my Mac, yeah, my Mac
Shoot 'em in his chest now he asthma attack
Cardiac arrest like he MJ, R.I.P. he was the greatest what can I say
Ballin' on these n*ggas like MJ, you like an old play but you been played
Outdated, all these n*ggas belated, belated, outdated, all these n*ggas belated
Look, came in the game flexin' like I've been famous
Damn, right like I been famous
.40 on me got to shooting, b*tch, I been aimin'
n*ggas false claimin' sh*t b*tch I been bangin'
Try me if you wanna, you don't want no smoke but I want it
You don't want no smoke don't condone it
Pull up on the scene of my opponents
Spazz on they ass, run it like track
sh*t so cold, run that sh*t back
Got so much drive if I crash this sh*t, muhf*cka, muhf*ckas, may just catch whiplash
Me and Westwood in the 'Rari where you at we shootin' up the party
Bad b*tch and she rollin' off the Molly
Dreads on my head feel gnarly
OG in the blunt Bob Marley
Dej Loaf with the sh*t don't try me
.40 stick a n*gga in his face, no IV
Smoke a n*gga like a blunt no eye ring
Flow go so cray
Shout out to them Pirus, flow go so bray
Pull up to the scene with my hand on my K
Shoot a n*gga in his face, f*ck you have a nice day
I just may hit the ice tray
I just may hit up go that way
I'ma roll-off on the Segway
I'm takin' off these n*ggas on a drag race
n*ggas auto-tuning like they T-Pain
n*ggas workin' out they outta shape
f*ckin' with me cool you gon die today
Hell yeah, I'm gripping on my fire today

[Part 12: Yes Indeed by Lil Baby & Drake]

[Verse 12]
Run up on me then you catchin' a funeral
I scratch it off write it in Roman numerals
I f*cked that b*tch in the back and I swear that I never loved her I just want to hit her
I f*cked that b*tch now I'm hitting her sister
Run up on me you get spin like a twister
Told you before I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
I got my hand on on my hand on my trigger
I'ma go get 'em, she on my di*k hoppin', I'm callin' her tigger
I tell her, "Go figure"
She suck through the tommy's, I'm talkin' Hilfiger
Tommy on me, I ain't talking Hilfiger
That b*tch a gun
Run up on me, I got heat like the sun
Count up to two 'cause I am not the one, uh
Better locked up, Akon
All my other n*ggas they gone
R.I.P. to all they souls, condolences to all they moms, uh
That's just how it is
I'm in the bank, makin' it flip, talkin' that sh*t
I hit yo b*tch just like a lick
I'm with the sh*ts, I pass the 'Roc
Ain't no assist, b*tch on my c*ck
Run up on me then you get shot
I feel like Bishop, I got the Juice, back when the cut, callin' it Pac, yuh
I'm in the cut with the nina
I'm wettin' it up like this sh*t Aquafina
You run up on me then I'm servin' 'em bullets like tennis balls
n*gga ain't talkin' Serena
All of my n*ggas get money for real
I do money for shows, I cash out on arenas
I take yo' b*tch, f*ck her
Send to the cleaners
Run up on me then I'm killin'
I swear that my hand on my nina
Don't want no smoke
All of these n*ggas ain't nothin' but jokes
Run up on me like a.. like a Facebook post, lil' n*gga, you poked, uh
I'm a rich n*gga, you broke, uh
Must be a pimp, you a ho, yah
Run up on me, let's go
Baow, baow, baow, choppa on go (Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm finna catch myself, yeah, uh
Breathe in and out, I had to catch my breath
Now I'ma spaz on they ass
I leave 'em leakin' on maxi pads
Hotter than a n*gga in New York with a bag full of clothes tryna catch a taxi cab
Run up on a n*gga, that chopper blast
Told you I cannot do battle rap
f*ck ass tryna battle, that sh*t kill
Shaquille, rim rattle that
n*ggas, they snitch, they tattle that
Send that sh*t back, damn
You must be dope, b*tch, I'm crack, yuh
Damn, a couple of grams, to be exact, yuh
sh*t I'm young, rich and black, yeah, yeah
So you know they hatin' that
I'm finna spaz on they ass and you know it
You run up on me then I'm shootin', it's over
I got a way with words, they call me a poet, damn
Run up on me then I'm soaking
That .40 on me and you know that it's blowin', you know that I’m towin'
Your b*tches are hoeing, you know that sh*t goin', uh
I met that b*tch on the lowin'
I picked up on a high route, we smokin', huh
Hotbox in the new whip with a new b*tch
I don't even know her name, yah
Run up on me, that's okay
Got a AK on me, it's at your brain, yah
I put my di*k in your main, yah
I just may go snatchin' chains, yah
Bring it back
I sold that sh*t to the gang
I sold that sh*t to the gang
Run up I may snatch yo chain
I sold that sh*t to the gang
Can't you n*ggas see the difference
Every day I'm on a different sh*t
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yuh
I'm just tryna keep my distance, yuh
f*ck n*ggas can't get with it
Transform like I'm Witwicky
In the new car, boy, I'm quick with it
With a white b*tch and she still sniffin'
From the sh*t I bought her last night
Jet lagged from the last flight
Scuffed up the pair of black Mikes
That I bought when I was up in L.A., huh
Switch it up, kinda like a sex change huh
.40 on my hip like a gun range, uh
Pull up on a n*gga like okay, huh
Man down, b*tch, no mayday, uh
Westwood, I think I could rap forever
I think I could rap forever
No matter where I'm at
No matter the continent
I could probably rap wherever
I could spit whatever, ahh
Probably take a b*tch wherever, ahh
They said them plays for the kid
They said to pick whenever
I'ma go in one more time
I drop that b*tch like a dime
She fall in love with the words
Then she fall in love with the lines
Yeah, there's a difference
Yeah, there's a diff—
f*ck it, I'm just tryna catch a vibe

[Verse 13]
Oh
I always f— like forget how the beginning of this song sound
Uh-huh, yeah
Uh
Uh, this one for the legend, uh
I feel like a king, and these other n*ggas peasants, uh
We should take another n*gga loss as a lesson, uh
Hopefully, I'm finna meet these n*ggas up in heaven, uh
I feel like I'm lost in my mind sometimes, uh
I feel like I'm dropped like a dime sometimes, uh
I'm just trying to find out what's mine sometimes, uh
I'm just trying to find out what's mine sometimes, uh, ayy
I get lost in the sauce way too often
Uh, bought my soul back like I f*ckin' sold it
Uh, ayy, huh, this sh*t cold, this sh*t scolding
Yuh, ayy, I wonder what happens when my life over
Sometimes I think it's coming up
I think they runnin' up
So yes, I'ma keep my .40 tucked
I cannot go out, I cannot go out
I will not go out, I gotta show out
I ball too hard on these n*ggas, it's a blowout
Yeah, it's a blowout
Uh, yeah, ayy
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
Homicide, baby, would you hold my gun?
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
Live a lie, look at all the sh*t you've done, uh
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
Homicide, go on and hold my gun
Specify, all the lies you've told
Look at me, what am I on?
Percy, Molly, Xanny, all that sh*t, in one mix
I'm so high that I cannot remember to forget
Matter of fact, let's just take a sec
Rest in peace to the n*ggas that left
Rest in peace to the n*ggas that left
And praise all the n*ggas that's left
I feel like I'm up in my prime
But who am I gon' share my prime with?
Who am I gon' share my time with?
Sometimes it's just perfect timing
Singing like I'm CeCe Winans
Damn, this sh*t's unwinding
Yuh, yeah, yeah, ayy
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
Homicide if you try to rob my plug, ayy
Homicide if you try to take my gun
I'ma hit a lick like I smack that tongue, yeah
Suicide if you try to take my drugs
Homicide if you try to rob my plug
Homicide if I'm reaching for my gun
I'm not the one, I'm not the one, ayy
R-I-P
I'm sad, I know, yeah
I'm sad, I know, yeah
I'm not the one, yeah
I'm not the one, yeah

[Verse 14]
sh*t
Uh, it's been a long time comin'
But I'm still here
Everybody talking 'bout they numb or something, wait
Can you feel here
All this fake sh*t around me is this some real here
All this sober sh*t around me is there some pills here
For real, I need to know
I need to know
My mama tell me that I need to let 'em go
She say the syrup in these pills finna kill me
But sometimes I think it brings out the real me
Sometimes I think it brings out the concealed me
Sometimes I think it exposes and reveals me
So what happens when the real meets the real
What happens when Juice meets the pills
Uh-uh-uh, yeah
Westwood sh*t
I'm up in London
Gettin' it bussin'
Ain't no discussion, run up on me then I'm drummin'
My choppa sick or something
Like it was drunk I up it it'd start to vomit, ooh
That's a bar
Lookin' at my watch like that's a star, huh
Lookin' at my spaceship like that's a car, huh
Lookin' at my pills, them Xanny bars, nah
In 2016 I was poppin' them Xannies
Now I'm in Percies
Lastin' forever in panties
Run up on me goin' harder than granite
Sit down muhf*cker 'cause I know you can't stand it
Outlandish, I'm gorilla in the mesh
You just a Kung Fu Panda
I ain't sippin' clean nothin', this some dirty Fanta
With a b*tch on my lap like my first name Santa
You get jacked like a pumpkin, no O'Lantern, uh
VVS on my ring like the Green Lantern you gon' kiss it like a Mafia king
I'm a boss, that's a Mafia thing
808 my chopper that's a Mafia thing, yeah, uh
Yeah, I did it
Mom, I made it
From goin' to physics class, to
Tourin' the world, sh*ttin' on everybody, the world is my potty
I'm sh*tting on every posse
And I don't even got a team like that
I aim with my eye, I don't need a beam like that
Run up on me, choppa make you sing like that
Make you march like Martin Luther King, in fact
I'm blacked, and excellent
I'm sh*ttin' on these n*ggas, this is a excrement
I rapped on another beat that's some extra sh*t
You n*ggas gon' have to deal with the mess of it
I thought I told yo ass not to mess wit' it
I see this sh*t before I say it, telepathy
It's like I talk to my conscious, I say what it's tellin' me
Anything besides money, eh, it's kinda irrelevant
I can't focus without codeine, my medicine
I sip it until I'm slurrin' and spittin' impediments
I'm ballin' to the point where I think I need a Letterman
Westwood at the gates of London, he just had to let 'em in
I'm here, spazzin' on every single track he pass
You run up, I leave you leakin' on a maxi pad
I'm ballin', hard, these other n*ggas on the bench
I swear, they need to stay where they at
n*gga, I'm takin' over the world, a map for a map
I'm off of a ecstasy pill, that's a flat for a flat
I'm up to bat, throw a fastball, it's a hit
I hit a lick, then I hit a hit on yo' b*tch, I don't miss
Listen, I heard yo' b*tch on my hit list, I hit that b*tch, then I'm dippin'
You run up on me, I'm shootin', that choppa on me is spittin'
My wordplay is amazing, my flow is so brazy, huh
I'm shakin' sh*t up like I said, no Haiti
This is freestyle sh*t, it's authentic
My flow, it burns n*ggas careers is arsenic, uh
My flow badder than bad women
I rock shows like Kravitz and John Lennon
Yo sins ain't forgivin'
I'm the rap God, call me Juice Allah
Did I take it too far?
Did I take two bars, to get on Mars?
To more like Dubai, hold on
I got a little tongue twisted, but I'm still gifted
Still spittin', still rippin' writtens
This premonition is really killin' it
And these n*ggas ain't sh*t
But Civics, me I'm Bentley
Get it, b*tch
Don't you forget it
The sh*t that you talking, I really lived it, uh
I sold my soul then bought it back, I finessed 'em, uh
You run up on me, choppa holy it'll bless 'em, uh
He talking stupid 'til they shoot him, that's my weapon, uh
I got a couple of bars I could spit
Maybe I'll just use 'em in this sh*t
Or maybe I'll just use 'em in a skit
My first guess, they wanted sh*t
My next project, it's gon' be harder
My arm in the rim, really, I feel like Vince Carter
I'm at yo head n*gga, I feel like a barber
You on the bench n*gga, and I am a starter
I die for my sh*t n*gga, feel like I'm a martyr
My sh*t's off the charts
You run up, that's okay, you catch a hole to your heart
I put that on my life, and that sh*t come from the heart
I'm freestyling on live, that's how it is
Yo b*tch swallow the kids
She up in my crib, I'm tellin' you how it is
Man, this rap sh*t serious like XM, huh
I ex them, huh
I f*ck the b*tch that he's next to, uh
She hangin' out, f*ck her curfew, uh
You my son, lil' n*gga, I birthed you
But I shine, like the pair of them church shoes
I ain't been to church in a long time, 'cause they all lies
All the legends, where they at? They all die
Well, I don't wanna be a legend up in my prime
But, I know it's still prime time
Stars, how I shine
When they align with the planet, you know some sh*t is goin' on
I transform like Omegatron when my favorite song is on
f*ckin' that b*tch like the Ramadan
Man, I spit sh*t
So cool
I breakdance sh*t like the old school
I'm never runnin' out of energy, I'm a suspect grippin' this firearm in your vicinity
Try me if you want, 'cause I swear it's not gon' end cool
I'ma prolly pull up to your cruel like, "Where the f*ck is you?"
c*ck it back and then I shoot
W-W-W, I can't lose
Ayy, I flew from London to Chicago
Money in my pockets, I may get a Murciélago
That's all that I know
Shout out to my kinfolk, they know I'm totin' ammo
In the streets they call me Rambo, ain't no peace where I'm from
But these pieces, we tote 'em, you run up on me it's over
Like a cig, we gon' smoke 'em
I put yo ass in a coma
Smokin' kush, this aroma, leave yo ass in a coma
Ballin' out like I'm Odom before the crack, don't you get it?
Spittin' crack on these n*ggas, define n*ggas like physics
Shut the f*ck up and listen, I'm ballin' hard like a Piston
n*gga this sh*t's enlisted just like a army, lil' n*gga
I swear to god I'm invincible you can't harm me lil' n*gga, yeah
I'm talkin' to you
I sent you my address a couple weeks ago, you ain't come through
'Cause you know we was gon' leave yo ass dropped like a sunroof on a new coupe
Haha, I talk a lotta sh*t
But it all means something

[Verse 15]
He pullin' out hella beats, cool
This sh*t sound hard, there's some soul to this sh*t
sh*t, bat
Your b*tch miss me like the old Kanye
That's what she say
It's not what I say
That's what she say
I'm early to the money I can never be late
Always good I always been great
These n*ggas ain't straight, they always been gay
No offense, no offense
Please don't proceed to hop up on my di*k
Haha, man
Listen how the flow go
Outer space I'm ballin' like I'm shootin' up on Pluto
Talkin' stupid to me 'til I pull up let the tool blow
Emperor new school, call me Juice Kuzco
Known to flip this sh*t and kick it like I'm knowing Judo
That's just how it goes though
If I touch the world I told you that sh*t is a snow globe
That's just how my flow is
Living in the moment
Your b*tch swallow my kids
I can say that in a million different ways
I can break it down, a million different phrases
Look at all my songs on the playlist
It's evident that I'm your b*tches favorite
I ain't even have to say it
I ain't even have to say it
They just left my blood on the pavement
Now I gotta come back gotta slay 'em
n*gga what the f*ck you thought you was saying?
Run up on me, that's okay, I AK 'em
I could freestyle sh*t for hours
Your b*tch super wet, fresh out the shower
I fly in that b*tch like superpowers
You goofier than a b*tch, lil' Austin Powers
Man, but I'm still feelin' groovy
I f*ck your b*tch in the back of the movies
I'm in the cut and I'm totin' a uzi
It got a clip, shoot a movie like Clooney
You gotta problem n*gga you can come and suit me
She Paul Wall 'cause she wanna chop and screw me
Huh, she wanna chop and screw me
I'm like a book to her, she gon' renew me
Uh, look, I spent your allowance, on, a pair of shoes
Uh, I spent your mortgage, on a pair, of cars
Yeah, two matching Lambos
Up in Toronto, gon' let your mom know
I got that bomb flow, I'll f*ck your mom, ho
I feel like, uh, feel like Osama
I don't really know where to start I got a heavy heart
Choppa on me, I'ma shoot it tear his ass apart
And that's just what it is
Freestyling on Westwood, you know that we get it in
I ain't come here with no sh*t written, nah
I ain't come here with no sh*t written, nah
So I'm off the dome, jet lag kicking
Doin' the best that I can for my n*ggas, yeah
Ayy, Westwood, we should go shoppin'
I got about twenty thousand dollars in my pocket
I'm tryna buy Balenciagas, no posits
Buy it all, no deposits
If I need more cash, let's hit Chase then make a withdrawal
You know I got it
Interscope got me livin' a lil' proper
I'm hoping that I prosper
My gun is finna sing, that's an Opera
These n*ggas acting, I think they need a Oscar
Therapy or something, what's they problem?
I'm sick of being modest
I'm like Future at the end of the day, I'm just being honest
Man, I rapped on like seventy beats
n*ggas gon' go back and listen to me
b*tches prolly gon' get wet, damn near p*ssin' to me
On twitter, mentioning me wishing they were with me
Some n*ggas against me, some n*ggas don't get me
Some n*ggas won't hit me
But that's cool, 'cause I'm cool
Yeah, I'm bool, f*ck what you do
I pull up with that chopper, stick his ass like voodoo
I'm the sh*t up on the n*ggas like a bunch of doodoo, haha

[Outro]
Man, man
Let's go buy some cars or something
I know you got it, you a legend
Where your Tesla at, n*gga, I know you got it