Genius Freestyle 003 lyrics

by

Consequence


I spit that other sh*t
That guns and butter sh*t
That cooking eggs in the kitchen
That Melvin f*cking your mother sh*t

That gutter sh*t
That late night in the summer sh*t
On the stoop getting high
Chris Tucker sh*t
n*gga we everywhere
You lames is never there

I got my feet on the table
Sitting in leather chairs
This that sippin’ Henny out of champagne glass
This that burn the L while sittin’ in first class
This that old school collabin’ with new school
And I broke into this old ass game with new rules

I got guys with loose screws
That shoot tools
That learned from the OGs
That shoot pool
Drinkin’ a forty-ounce and puffin’ a few Kools
Tellin’ us who they popped
And how they moved cubes
Where I’m from, you snooze you lose
If you nap, you a wrap
Act a fool, you food
It’s Brooklyn, the home of the best n*ggas to do it
But now rappers is trash
The game is all polluted
But I don’t care ‘cause my movement is moving
And I’m still humble, gettin’ money and booling

I couldn’t say I was nice
I had to prove it
If I never got aggressive
They would have never knew it
They would have never listened
No haters or criticism
When they were sleep
I woke and poked them
Kicked them and pinched them
Wake up b*tches
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