"Freestyle 2021" lyrics
Uncs always taught me, cook it on low
Used to be fussy in the kitchen like I need a gas stove
Now I whip on any cooker, even whip it in my robe
And I ain't gonna stop, til' I'm drippin' round the globe
Fast forward ten years, from shotting all this stone
Just need a few more racks, then I made it off the road
Could've snaked a few man, but I'm sticking to the code
And it's stayin that way, til' I'm dying and I'm old
Ever since a young buck, all I've done is try to save
Stacking rack after rack, I ain't got time to rave
Now my new spots got a level headed microwave
Used to break my back over stoves, I ain't tryna slave
Blowing woods, hitting jugs in the wood, grey CLS fifty-five
Just thinking 'bout my fallen guys
I feel blessed that I'm free and I'm still alive
Fuck the Five-O, so many times I had to dip and dive
Smoking Runtz in the bay, reminiscing on the past
Forty stamps on these bricks, I'm getting stamps on my passport
From Manny back to Cali, fuck Xcali and the taskforce
Runnin' up them figures, never had to do a maths course
I'm stressed out, but I try not to show it
I'm a lot of peoples plugs and they don't even know it
The way I'm so deep with these words, man I could've been a poet
If your getting racks, stack it, don't blow it
Ain't playing ball in Miami but we got loads of heat
In Mexico with some plugs eating Kobe beef
I'm independent, like the ice in Bern's frozen leaf
Akhi's is in the cut, glocked up with some frozen teeth
I can't describe the sound when the big Mac claps
I've been balling for a minute, like Jax' stacks
My hitters got it clicking when he lifts it, no back crack
You can hold two from my sticks, call it blackjack
My Dutch plug used to pull up in that packed out trany
Tryna hit OT, I'm already back in Manny
Need a sweet one to roll a fat one, not crack a Canny
Came a long way from backroads, shotting wraps with Danny
I'm sick of all the fake gyal, acting like Christian
Designer kicks with cheap fits, you know she sucking dick for them
Rapping's got me moving, hands off, ain't tryna hit the Pen
Any violation, got cash stacks and sticks for them
Since eleven years old, I been out here, tryna break the law
He tried bumping me for dough and ended up paying more
It would've been lightning and hammers, like he's playing Thor
Jack Nicholson, here's Johnny coming through your door
Free Siddaz, man they caught him with a brick
And Free M-Lo, he wetted up like three kids
They got Rolley doing life on the wing
Free Gabs, he was doing armed blags for the bling
They give Jahmal ten years for a dotty
Only felt like yesterday, shotting one-on-one's to Notty
Can't forget about Billy and Bobby
Aggy B after Aggy B, comin' like a hobby
Twenty-one is the home of the misfits
Free Farmer, the judge gave him double digits
Patios get blammed, like the in and out
Can't keep up with Ginge and Wissam, cause they're always in and out
Rip Migz and Rip Johnny
Hope you high up in the sky, catching Joke with Little' Toddy
Remember good times, eating steak and lobby
Shutting mansion parties down, turning up to 9goddy
Used to be fussy in the kitchen like I need a gas stove
Now I whip on any cooker, even whip it in my robe
And I ain't gonna stop, til' I'm drippin' round the globe
Fast forward ten years, from shotting all this stone
Just need a few more racks, then I made it off the road
Could've snaked a few man, but I'm sticking to the code
And it's stayin that way, til' I'm dying and I'm old
Ever since a young buck, all I've done is try to save
Stacking rack after rack, I ain't got time to rave
Now my new spots got a level headed microwave
Used to break my back over stoves, I ain't tryna slave
Blowing woods, hitting jugs in the wood, grey CLS fifty-five
Just thinking 'bout my fallen guys
I feel blessed that I'm free and I'm still alive
Fuck the Five-O, so many times I had to dip and dive
Smoking Runtz in the bay, reminiscing on the past
Forty stamps on these bricks, I'm getting stamps on my passport
From Manny back to Cali, fuck Xcali and the taskforce
Runnin' up them figures, never had to do a maths course
I'm stressed out, but I try not to show it
I'm a lot of peoples plugs and they don't even know it
The way I'm so deep with these words, man I could've been a poet
If your getting racks, stack it, don't blow it
Ain't playing ball in Miami but we got loads of heat
In Mexico with some plugs eating Kobe beef
I'm independent, like the ice in Bern's frozen leaf
Akhi's is in the cut, glocked up with some frozen teeth
I can't describe the sound when the big Mac claps
I've been balling for a minute, like Jax' stacks
My hitters got it clicking when he lifts it, no back crack
You can hold two from my sticks, call it blackjack
My Dutch plug used to pull up in that packed out trany
Tryna hit OT, I'm already back in Manny
Need a sweet one to roll a fat one, not crack a Canny
Came a long way from backroads, shotting wraps with Danny
I'm sick of all the fake gyal, acting like Christian
Designer kicks with cheap fits, you know she sucking dick for them
Rapping's got me moving, hands off, ain't tryna hit the Pen
Any violation, got cash stacks and sticks for them
Since eleven years old, I been out here, tryna break the law
He tried bumping me for dough and ended up paying more
It would've been lightning and hammers, like he's playing Thor
Jack Nicholson, here's Johnny coming through your door
Free Siddaz, man they caught him with a brick
And Free M-Lo, he wetted up like three kids
They got Rolley doing life on the wing
Free Gabs, he was doing armed blags for the bling
They give Jahmal ten years for a dotty
Only felt like yesterday, shotting one-on-one's to Notty
Can't forget about Billy and Bobby
Aggy B after Aggy B, comin' like a hobby
Twenty-one is the home of the misfits
Free Farmer, the judge gave him double digits
Patios get blammed, like the in and out
Can't keep up with Ginge and Wissam, cause they're always in and out
Rip Migz and Rip Johnny
Hope you high up in the sky, catching Joke with Little' Toddy
Remember good times, eating steak and lobby
Shutting mansion parties down, turning up to 9goddy
