Freestyle w/ Statik Selektah Showoff Radio 1/28/16 lyrics

[Intro]
Shade 45

[Verse]
Watch how you talk to me or get your jaw broke
When I speak it's like the Lord spoke
Homie the safety on the 4 broke
f*ck ya vest, I ain't aiming at your torso
Its a wig sh*t when the 4 blow
Woah- and I ain't on a f*cking tour so
I'm masked up running in your sh*t looking for your doe
The OG7 was [?]
My team vs their team
We swept them n*ggas 4 - 0 (Oh)
How many grams do you want?
On my grizzy I wore the same pants for a month
Tre pound got a gam on the front
Silencer on the pump the size of a coke can on the front
Homie smoked his man, he behind the wall sick
Imprisoned for killing his dog like Vick
Kick in his door for them all white bricks
A lot of n*ggas spitting don't got bars like this
I don't f*ck with a n*gga if we ain't been cool
I ain't got sh*t for a n*gga, but Mac 10 wounds
I spit the illest sh*t, I vision it
Before I even pen them sentences
I close my eyes and the pen move, huh
I see you n*ggas and your thin jewels
Don't make me show up to your show with like 10 goons
Shot up the scene on his yellow bike
Little homie shot the scene on his pedal bike
Went from sellin' [?] to mailing kites
I'm puttin' on when they home, I can set 'em right
Who you playing with, homie, it ain't a game, you know the name
You say you got guns, it ain't a thang
I will aim, I keep Macs around me like Wayne, hol' up
[Interlude]
Can I get another one?