"XXL Freshman Freestyle" lyrics

"XXL Freshman Freestyle"

What I said before
This is a sport
Only the strong survive
My name? It's Dax!
Ha-ha-ha
You know what time it is
XXL. What's up?
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Name a nigga who can do it better
Name a nigga rappin' in a wife beater
Instead of a fucking Gucci sweater
UK. Gettin' double cheddar
Everything is double measure
Even when I'm ridin', it's in double-deckers
Let down, but I won't let up
You must heard that I'm the best
So you stop, 'cause you can't catch up
No choice, bitch. You must let us
They say that pressure builds diamonds
I guess that I'm applyin' pressure
My name's Dax, bitch. Three letters
You're Peter Pan, little nigga. Why? You will never
Land anywhere in my pedigree
A hundred flows attached to me. They call me "centipede"
Tryna' beat me is a stretch just like a Limousine
Got rid of all my dogs 'cause of bitch tendencies
Niggas tryna' put out my flame. I'm spittin' kerosene
Bitches tryin' to lie 'bout their age. I know you're seventeen
I'm done with it
All this rap shit, and what comes with it
You ain't got a job, can't come in it
You know what I'm comin' with
Rap hoop sing like I'm juggling
I ain't fuckin' playing like a jungle gym
No, I ain't mumblin'
Conscious rapper actually bubblin'
Own my own masters and publishing
I'm locked in like a baby in a car. I stay buckled in
Rappin' for three years. So, when they meet me, it's humblin'
BBC. Yeah. "Big, black, confident"
BBC. Huh. "Broke bitches commenting"
I don't need you, niggas, like most of these colleges
Born an MC. So, I don't need your acknowledgment
Sacrifice my time for this shit. No offerin'
Eight-figure deal if a label wanna offer him
Say I ain't killin'. Check receipts, check documents
So many lines you could snort my accomplishments
Cocaine flow
Brought it back, bitch nigga. This, that
Rogaine flow
I think fast, move fast. Just like Usain Bolt
Niggas thought this was a game
Connect four to your chest. You talk shit, you get checked, mate
You ain't check, mate?
I averaged twenty back in college
Led the league. You wanna hoop? Bet, checkmate
You'll get a twenty-piece even on my worst day
Get dunked and fried, and I'll even get the check mate
Fuck ass like I ain't built this shit
My career ain't no virgin. One hit, bust quick
Wrist "wet" like I'm rubbin' the clit
If I'm a clown, you're the circus
You can't rap on my circuit
I pop up on Google searches
When you ask who the best rapper on the earth is
DaxOfficial.com is where my merch is
Go buy a T-shirt right now. It's worth it
So, make a purchase
Support a real nigga movin'
Yeah. I knew I had the juice, when my dreams turned lucid
Less than four years in. I'm goin' loco
4 Loko. Pop out in wife beaters. No Polo
Niggas call me "pussy"? Nine lives. Fuck YOLO
10k a post, if you tryna' get promo
Got my shit jumpin' like I'm rappin' on a pogo
Niggas make excuses like a straight dude sayin' "No homo"
I'm not nice
That's 'cause my flow is mean
Hot fire. That's why nobody holdin' me
Gettin' head's the only time you'll take my soul from me
In my bag like some mo-fuckin' groceries
Don't cross me 'cause I am not a rosary
Fuck rap. All my shit is like poetry
On top, where a young nigga supposed to be
It's Dax! That's how know it's me
Who do it better?
Bring rain durin' the May weather
Punchlines knock you out, leave you asleep in the stretcher
Pussy tight. Have to stretch her
Get Rihanna's umbrella
This light doin' curls with these bars to get a sweat up
What you heard?
Some shit up off the Internet?
Bunch of niggas talkin' who have half of my intellect
I'm playin' on the holy field
I got God throwin' "Hail Mary"
Passes the devil couldn't even intercept
Watch how I misdirect
Me and rap met for each other. If I die, she die
"Romeo and Juliet"
Niggas been super slept
Saying, "Pipe down."
I'm 'bout to unclog the game like a nose with some Mucinex
Bars like a dick in a pussy. Yeah. They do connect
Comin' for you just like your bills. Yeah. I do collect
Tryna' do me wrong is like an iPhone spell check
I will not hesitate to auto, hit, click and correct
Everybody gettin' sent
Foldin' like a cheap tent
I'll be here longer than a nun in a convent
Raps missin' bars, skill and lacks content
I mastered all three and dispersed them into concepts
Simple and complex
Blowin' like a bomb vest
Files too big even "Windows" couldn't compress
I be mad consistent like the periods you girls get
Something like commercials. How I'm comin, 'cause I'm on next
Flow ripper and gorilla
I keep goin'. I got no fillers and no filter
This ain't Snapchat
Rubber-band bars. How they bounce back
I don't rap free. Link below for the CashApp
I don't just fast rap
You people gon' remember me like flashbacks
Find another. I'm like a needle that's in a haystack
You kinda like a mumble-rapper face tat
Face facts
Quick to react like my nigga fuckin' Layedbak
Huh. Yeah. This how I'm comin' on 2020
Chasin' everythin' unless I'm drinkin' fuckin' straight Henny
Poppin' out on niggas like confetti
Spittin' bars in a mumble-rapper era
Even though it's not trendy
I ain't scrapin' over motherfuckin' pennies
Every song I fuckin' touch
Is gettin' strung out like some goddamn spaghetti
I'm 'a go and buy that goddamn Bentley
I don't care if I can't afford it, like that nigga name Henry
These bars heavy
You can get worked like massage. Envy
Truck your fuckin' ass like a semi
I'm proud of my work. No Fendi
I'm Canadian, my nigga, but do not get it twisted
That don't mean I'm friendly
I'm gifted like lefties
If you try to steal my flow, you'll get sued like Betty
This is raw, not catchy
Shout out Puma 'cause they give me free kicks like Messi
Off top. Yeah. I'm comin' off my head like some Becky
I don't miss this month. I'm 4-for-4 like some Wendy's
Times five for a feature. If you want it, that's twenty
Can't dodge it. No Hemy
Can't block me. No Jenny
I just might be the hottest of the goddamn century
You fried, if you say otherwise. You'll get flipped on your sunny side
Just like some eggs at a Denny's
That ain't wise. No penny
Uncivilized. I might just take a switchblade
And cut off both of your testes
I'm a fuckin' monster, when it comes to this shit
You a banana, if you think I'll split
We don't go together like two dicks
Like AIDS, nigga, I'm too sick
Don't need shit, but my talent to get all these clicks
Ya'll for kids with your goddamn tricks
You only fire, if you rub two sticks
I'm Doritos, nigga. I got chips
LeBron James with this rap. If they draft, bitch nigga, I'm first pick
Yeah. At this point, you're corny, if you call me "corny"
You got a fucked-up definition
See, I'm the biggest little rapper in the world
Because everybody knows just exactly what I'd do
With all the recognition
My IQ is the reason that my pen is different
Words all colors. I can see 'em on a television
Write inside my mind. They get processed
Made into these songs
That be solving world problems like they're long division
Fuck! Gah!
I just rapped longer than some niggas careers
You could say I got "onion bars"
Don't believe me?
Go and watch "Dear God" and it'll bring you to tears
I go hard. Fuck a resolution. I don't need a new goddamn year
All that fuckin' make-up. How the fuck you gonna face your fears?
Fake like a set of veneers
Hit me one more time baby just like Britney Spears
This ain't an airplane runway. You are not in the clear
Puttin' pressure on you niggas like you're one of my peers
You're in the way. You're gettin' hit just like a deer
I use Visine, 'cause I'm in a different tier
I'm a leader, but I do not cheer
I got drive, but I do not steer
I'll make you crash like a couple of beers
I'm exclusive like a fuckin' premiere
It's Dax! Ha-ha


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