2AM FREESTYLE! lyrics

[Verse]
It's the chick who all the bad b*tches glare apon
Fans catchin every line I throw like they barry bonds
Run a rapper out his city like a marathon
Make his mom swan ton bomb on the paragon
She think i’m fine and I don’t even got mascara on
Now we out in Paris on the mountain she got married on
Cop a verse, where the beat you wan' get carried on?
Couldn’t bear upon 'em thinkin brokie playin fair, they wrong
I got internals like whats under my skin
My brother my kin, I got more guap than you, you not him
Not an option but “win”
Just copped a plot of lot wit my twin
Thats daki, we been runnin from the jakes likе we finn
I'm basically “him”
That ain’t my gender tho
What I got insidе my pants is money
b*tch don’t be federal
Just copped a house in LA
But damn is my credit low
I'm buildin slow, yo hoe toes on my genitals
I flow like the ocean but my bars hard as metal tho
She ask me bout my chain, which one? I got several
Rappers in discord sendin letters so petty
They think they better n its sendin me like “b*tch, check general”
Do a beat like its edible
My flow on whatever, bro
I’ll hit whatevers sent to me, how could I be hetero?
I'm rich cuz I'm cleaver, dope, never lost hope
Better off broke, cuz more I need the money more I’m makin the chops go
Boom boom boom
Just like the vengaboys in '98
Defined the greats as mine to take
The place of, f*ck a paystub, they playin my tapes like sega, my pockets mega, my comments callin me a beta, I can’t debate ya
Too busy stackin dirty paper, these rappers faker, then jays i had back in the bay was, the homie sent brokie an open “how long It's gon' take ya?” I sent it day of, i’m stackin money like its jenga
All day I stay up, from 8pm to when the days up
I almost gave up reversed the worst i been in 8 months, I got my cake up, gettin my license on the way up, doors open separate ways up, like issa break up lil b*tch issbrokie