"Outdoor Kitchen (Sway In The Morning Freestyle)" lyrics

"Outdoor Kitchen (Sway In The Morning Freestyle)"

Believe it
I'm tryna see which area sweetest
Got the same features as Jesus but I'm carrying demons
A snake moves scary and thievish
Don't embrace crews, make moves like a military extremist
That mean I go to war very strategic
If I don't leave you paraplegic it's gon' be therapy needed
I'm a boss that's very strategic
Don't talk to y'all, send a text message so my secretary can read it
I'm that nigga for various reasons
It ain't cause what I write, it's cause my price primarily cheapest
These hoes is very misleading
Bitches popping up with babies out the blue like Mary and Jesus
Got scars on my back its hard to show love
I seen niggas murder my dog in cold blood
I made my first hundred large with no plug
Yeah I rap, not as much as I rob and sold drugs, nigga
Leave the streets I'm already planning
But when I reup it's 100 pounds or better, bitch I'm heavy handed
It's work in the mail we stamping
Waiting for it to land me and my man at the deli camping
I ain't never wore Helly Hansen
Inside of an Isreali mansion with two bitches belly dancing
And they telling me I'm very handsome
Made my side bitch pay to come and get me them bitches held me ransom
Got tired of my bitch I told her go date
My hoes don't leave they just rotate
My man came home from a court case
I gave him a bird on the arm like Ghostface
Told Sway "I'm a rap god."
No bank or tax fraud, y'all faker than my vax card
I was sitting for a crack charge, inside
Now it's a outside kitchen in my backyard


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