"Freestyle" lyrics
Nines & J Styles Lyrics
(Ayo, big kilo just entered the building
Shouts to Omar, ego
And all of my CRS gone
And I can't forget my nigga loom
This is another street bank for my nigga Jayman tonight
Yo, lungs, where the fuck you at?
Drunk, that)
I'm from church road where the work so daily
Every day's crazy, little girls having babies
Up on the corner is crowded with black lutes
Waiting for crack shoots to buy trainers and track suits
So I'm the chosen one I ain't on the roads for fun
My niggas go country and don't come back till their stones are done
Niggas see me with cars on ice and think my life's good but it's far from nice
I'm tryna have my base looking like a brick road
That's why I'm like what's the rhymes? every day I stay in flip mode
When niggas talk about me they say he's a beast
So rub me fear Jesus peace the only time he scared is if he sees police
I'm on my grind daily and I'm heading for the top
And if I don't reach a mill then I'm never gonna stop
I'm tryna have enough money to last a lifetime
So I write rhymes why these niggas wanna bite knife?
[?] bars and all my CRS niggas are shining stars
Since I stopped selling fives it's like I'm locking the strip
It seems like every time I drive feds are stopping my whip
Trying to be a rich man so I flip grams
Some niggas wanna drag me down like quicksand
So soon you see me I can lose a ton
Blowing up like a nuclear bomb CRS I'm on the roads
Why you linking your bitch?
I hit shoots before linking them chicks
Come out the booth stinking a cliff
I spit hydro it's spitting me so I'm thinking a shit
Run your boat then I'm sinking your ship
[?]
Yo these guys are talking they ain't linking the six
Cause in beef the walkers got me thinking they're Chris
Matter of fact they're running call my clicks coming
These big straps make them cry like the six onions
My niggas shoot at toes and chip bunions
They flow American I spit London
Keep it safe
Yo the verse is hungry the way it eats the beat
I flow crack I turn beats to grease
I spit dirty but I stay clean
CRS bitch boy that's my regime
And it's like to the fullest
Like it's my last days
God forbid any of my dogs pass away
[?] it's dying slow
They spit in my Shan and rhyming Joe so who's got the highest flow?
I bar the hot save I slim I burn my flow pups like sky too hard to do in the world
Crs my crew's hot
I hit country with kilo when he gets the new spots
Who's got the Pengus? bobby yo is grotty
Pushing through like it's in a trolley it's a hobby
Friends wanna knock me but they can't stop me
Cause the food is like caffeine and loving it like coffee
Inksa got the Brussels sprouts better yet it's broccoli
This weed smokes highest green and fluffy
Fluff 9's got the pure yee fuck what the lord say
I'm still on the grind hittin' shots in Brody
Shouts to Omar, ego
And all of my CRS gone
And I can't forget my nigga loom
This is another street bank for my nigga Jayman tonight
Yo, lungs, where the fuck you at?
Drunk, that)
I'm from church road where the work so daily
Every day's crazy, little girls having babies
Up on the corner is crowded with black lutes
Waiting for crack shoots to buy trainers and track suits
So I'm the chosen one I ain't on the roads for fun
My niggas go country and don't come back till their stones are done
Niggas see me with cars on ice and think my life's good but it's far from nice
I'm tryna have my base looking like a brick road
That's why I'm like what's the rhymes? every day I stay in flip mode
When niggas talk about me they say he's a beast
So rub me fear Jesus peace the only time he scared is if he sees police
I'm on my grind daily and I'm heading for the top
And if I don't reach a mill then I'm never gonna stop
I'm tryna have enough money to last a lifetime
So I write rhymes why these niggas wanna bite knife?
[?] bars and all my CRS niggas are shining stars
Since I stopped selling fives it's like I'm locking the strip
It seems like every time I drive feds are stopping my whip
Trying to be a rich man so I flip grams
Some niggas wanna drag me down like quicksand
So soon you see me I can lose a ton
Blowing up like a nuclear bomb CRS I'm on the roads
Why you linking your bitch?
I hit shoots before linking them chicks
Come out the booth stinking a cliff
I spit hydro it's spitting me so I'm thinking a shit
Run your boat then I'm sinking your ship
[?]
Yo these guys are talking they ain't linking the six
Cause in beef the walkers got me thinking they're Chris
Matter of fact they're running call my clicks coming
These big straps make them cry like the six onions
My niggas shoot at toes and chip bunions
They flow American I spit London
Keep it safe
Yo the verse is hungry the way it eats the beat
I flow crack I turn beats to grease
I spit dirty but I stay clean
CRS bitch boy that's my regime
And it's like to the fullest
Like it's my last days
God forbid any of my dogs pass away
[?] it's dying slow
They spit in my Shan and rhyming Joe so who's got the highest flow?
I bar the hot save I slim I burn my flow pups like sky too hard to do in the world
Crs my crew's hot
I hit country with kilo when he gets the new spots
Who's got the Pengus? bobby yo is grotty
Pushing through like it's in a trolley it's a hobby
Friends wanna knock me but they can't stop me
Cause the food is like caffeine and loving it like coffee
Inksa got the Brussels sprouts better yet it's broccoli
This weed smokes highest green and fluffy
Fluff 9's got the pure yee fuck what the lord say
I'm still on the grind hittin' shots in Brody
