"Freestyle" lyrics
I kick down your door, make you show me your stash
Smack you with the bottom of the pistol, taking your cash
Bare face with no mask
This is how homicide rapping, won't find it in your notepad
You can chop it up, and put it in your dope bags
Sold raw, every bar is a whole slab
These niggas running in a race, I drove past
Hanging out the window, erasing a whole mag
Yeah, I told you that this music for the riders
Nickname is Lucifer, I'm used to all this fire
But they call me a God, homie, usually, I got them
My music is they guidance, they use it when they grinding
Best thing for you to do is get to hiding
'Cause I'm usually a fool when you's lying
You niggas need to stay in school and do the science
Do the math on me, homie, know my crew is not dividing
Na, we just some accumulating multiplying
Me and you is different, you a snake and I'm a lion
I'm the best of the town, who got a problem with it?
The hammer on me, homie, I can fix it
I had work in my mama kitchen
She at work and my pops was missing
I had work, I just chopped and pitched em
You make money then lose money, that's not addition
That's subtraction, homie, you thinking backwards
I split your cheddar with my niggas, nigga, that's division
I told niggas, I'm a mathematician
Listen, come and sit in class with the professor, show you [?]
[?] get it measured, step on [?] stretch it
Watch the cash that we collecting
I'm watching for the feds, they tryna have me under pressure
But I'ma still be flashier than ever
You thinking you can match me, nigga, never, I'm just better
My talent cannot be measured
I'm balanced, the Beretta'll put a bastard on the stretcher
And I catch you, it's a wrap, nigga
Smack you with the bottom of the pistol, taking your cash
Bare face with no mask
This is how homicide rapping, won't find it in your notepad
You can chop it up, and put it in your dope bags
Sold raw, every bar is a whole slab
These niggas running in a race, I drove past
Hanging out the window, erasing a whole mag
Yeah, I told you that this music for the riders
Nickname is Lucifer, I'm used to all this fire
But they call me a God, homie, usually, I got them
My music is they guidance, they use it when they grinding
Best thing for you to do is get to hiding
'Cause I'm usually a fool when you's lying
You niggas need to stay in school and do the science
Do the math on me, homie, know my crew is not dividing
Na, we just some accumulating multiplying
Me and you is different, you a snake and I'm a lion
I'm the best of the town, who got a problem with it?
The hammer on me, homie, I can fix it
I had work in my mama kitchen
She at work and my pops was missing
I had work, I just chopped and pitched em
You make money then lose money, that's not addition
That's subtraction, homie, you thinking backwards
I split your cheddar with my niggas, nigga, that's division
I told niggas, I'm a mathematician
Listen, come and sit in class with the professor, show you [?]
[?] get it measured, step on [?] stretch it
Watch the cash that we collecting
I'm watching for the feds, they tryna have me under pressure
But I'ma still be flashier than ever
You thinking you can match me, nigga, never, I'm just better
My talent cannot be measured
I'm balanced, the Beretta'll put a bastard on the stretcher
And I catch you, it's a wrap, nigga
