"XXL Freshman 2009 - Kid Cudi Freestyle" lyrics
I'm often often, sittin' in my world in the coffin, coughing off the herb of the curb
Money, money, money is what they concur
Do they agree? What they might see, could be
Not exactly what they thought
The car the rap star allegedly bought is probably the same car that the rap star rented
Front end in tennis, supreme in the snow fish
Tailin' the whip, parking lot a double piece, parked then
My mom swore that I'd be the next come up
Them other niggas far from it
Can't stand how these dick-rock bandits even get granted the access
All up in the mix
Wanna be a Kanye
Wanna be a Skateboard P, but nigga
All the BBC cannot put you, in the same place or give you the same face
Find you first and you couldn't raise the stakes, higher
Not talking shit just fire, please motherfucker
All this BAPE shit I rock is none other
Who the best MCs in the Cleve?
Cas, Chip, the Cudder, triple the illness
And Ohio gotta feel this
Took a decade just to say I'm paid
Took a took a decade just to get girls to lay down, spread eagle, pop that pussy ho'
Need the love below I'm the champ that needs a gold medal
Styles of flow homeboy, I got plenty
I payed for my noodle, the digital vortex. Textin' a freak
Digital phone sex
She wanna suck a dong 'cause my songs got me digital checks
Gigabytes decide the words that I write, I get gone nigga day and night
Uh. Take it literally
How more crystal clear can I be?
How more crystal clear can I be?
How more crystal clear can I be?
Money, money, money is what they concur
Do they agree? What they might see, could be
Not exactly what they thought
The car the rap star allegedly bought is probably the same car that the rap star rented
Front end in tennis, supreme in the snow fish
Tailin' the whip, parking lot a double piece, parked then
My mom swore that I'd be the next come up
Them other niggas far from it
Can't stand how these dick-rock bandits even get granted the access
All up in the mix
Wanna be a Kanye
Wanna be a Skateboard P, but nigga
All the BBC cannot put you, in the same place or give you the same face
Find you first and you couldn't raise the stakes, higher
Not talking shit just fire, please motherfucker
All this BAPE shit I rock is none other
Who the best MCs in the Cleve?
Cas, Chip, the Cudder, triple the illness
And Ohio gotta feel this
Took a decade just to say I'm paid
Took a took a decade just to get girls to lay down, spread eagle, pop that pussy ho'
Need the love below I'm the champ that needs a gold medal
Styles of flow homeboy, I got plenty
I payed for my noodle, the digital vortex. Textin' a freak
Digital phone sex
She wanna suck a dong 'cause my songs got me digital checks
Gigabytes decide the words that I write, I get gone nigga day and night
Uh. Take it literally
How more crystal clear can I be?
How more crystal clear can I be?
How more crystal clear can I be?
