"Quadriplegic (Based Freestyle)" lyrics
Forgive me
Forgive me for what I don't know
What I do
How I think
You feel me?
I remember
On some based freestyle hits
Talkin' about my life
I can remember
Easier days, stuff in the past, new waves
Brush my hair again, and get paid
What the fuck? Everybody acting lame
Moms call my phone but I don't answer
So much pain in my soul, when I ask her
So much pain, repeated that
Understand, get it through your brain
Me and you was real, me and you was not the same
But we right here
Split up, what the fuck, got split up
More money, more hiccups
Then I sit up
Sick as fuck, what?
Lazy motherfuckers sick and dim
Like a cut on your skin, healing up
Dollar bills or what ain't enough
More lifestyle, more wildstyle
My life is wild, like the wildstyle outside lifestyle
Put you underground
Lil B is my friend that's my best friend the BasedGod
Always with him
Always with them
I know you, but I know them
No choosing sides
Every time I come out I'm choosing a side
Left the right car imported, you don't understand man
The game is nauseous
Think about what I say I spit I
Came in the game with this grip I
Leave you, put you to death
Something like grips Death Grips, choke your neck
God damn this is all respect
J-P-E-G Mafia on your head, now you dead
I do it ASAP like Rocky, that's my friend
Come in the game, you don't know him
I'm Lil like Yachty, come straight to your body
And shoutout to the Weeknd, I love you forever I said the week end
Post Malone I love ya, I said Post Malone I love ya
Came into the game, all this shit never been the same
Lock my hands up but I'm still free
Being black is crazy but I'm still me
Lil B is my friend I know Lil B
The BasedGod, please save me
Theater [?]
You know me
Forgive me for what I don't know
What I do
How I think
You feel me?
I remember
On some based freestyle hits
Talkin' about my life
I can remember
Easier days, stuff in the past, new waves
Brush my hair again, and get paid
What the fuck? Everybody acting lame
Moms call my phone but I don't answer
So much pain in my soul, when I ask her
So much pain, repeated that
Understand, get it through your brain
Me and you was real, me and you was not the same
But we right here
Split up, what the fuck, got split up
More money, more hiccups
Then I sit up
Sick as fuck, what?
Lazy motherfuckers sick and dim
Like a cut on your skin, healing up
Dollar bills or what ain't enough
More lifestyle, more wildstyle
My life is wild, like the wildstyle outside lifestyle
Put you underground
Lil B is my friend that's my best friend the BasedGod
Always with him
Always with them
I know you, but I know them
No choosing sides
Every time I come out I'm choosing a side
Left the right car imported, you don't understand man
The game is nauseous
Think about what I say I spit I
Came in the game with this grip I
Leave you, put you to death
Something like grips Death Grips, choke your neck
God damn this is all respect
J-P-E-G Mafia on your head, now you dead
I do it ASAP like Rocky, that's my friend
Come in the game, you don't know him
I'm Lil like Yachty, come straight to your body
And shoutout to the Weeknd, I love you forever I said the week end
Post Malone I love ya, I said Post Malone I love ya
Came into the game, all this shit never been the same
Lock my hands up but I'm still free
Being black is crazy but I'm still me
Lil B is my friend I know Lil B
The BasedGod, please save me
Theater [?]
You know me
