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deante' hitchcock - i-95 freestyle lyrics

aye. okay. okay

i knew i was the greatest when i came out the p+ssy
pockets full of blueface look like i’m bangin’ with tucky
they thought the labels was finna chef me now its twenty to book me
i call the weed man lucious, cuz he stay with the cookie
okay
cuzzo tryna smoke but i can’t send him the addy
how he ride with sticks, think lil’ bruh really think he a caddy
okay
every time he drive want folks to sit in the back
but would put a seatbelt on the shotgun, riding shotgun, that’s a strap for the strap
boy yo’ favorite rapper stealing raps and that’s facts
and you tryna copy him? so sh+t you like a fax of a fax
on ig and twitter posting pictures with your big homey’s stacks
boy bet’ not be a dollar missing, when he ask for it back
man how ya’ll even brag on that type of cr+p?
must be a new error of lid social media manager without a cap on this app
could make a dope addict relapse with a track
all i spit is crack
make you call your uncle like, “shawty, where my playstation at?”

alright
okay finna go oj
n+gga too sick, flu sh+t, need copay
everyday young n+gga hustle, rick rosé
season like old bay, shawty, you wish you could
don’t play, really shawty d+ck don’t play
bring it to your door like postmates
every n+gga round here step, i’ssa probate
eleven eleven, b+tch n+gga i wish you would
hol’ on, hol’ on
hah hah
i’m hot just like jeffrey and gunner
textin’ this b+tch from the six, she a seven, like vick
but she chocolate, like nestlé, i want her
light up a spliff, take a hit, she ain’t talkin’ bout sh+t
finna tell her quit textin’ my number
when i be stoned i be cold on a b+tch
like steve austin i feel like a mu’f+ckin’ stunner, for real
aye. hol’ on
put a cape on the b+tch if she mad, so she can be super upset
if she ain’t throwin neck, then i gotta put her in the past
keep it a’hunnid, my second life started when i saw this first one was all that i had
if you feel the same, shawty go’n raise up your glass
hol’ on, i said
seven multiply six then, that’s forty+two that i sit b+tch
i been countin digits like the train trippin
spot, ain’t gifted, got a bad christmas
yo’ b+tch with me, and her hands twisted
lookin’ like she bangin’ blood, and crippin’
she on go but we don’t go together
my sh+t sewed together like i hand stitched it
big dog, even ’round big dog
ballin’ like tip off, got my chick p+ssed off
walking this b+tch off, all in my missed calls
one of my pitfalls, lettin’ hoes get too close
its all good, i can’t slip
all praise to the big god, takin’ me this far
even with withdraws hit me like brick wall
still put my best foot forward, this kickball ho?
mm
i used to hoop at the rec in my recs
now my records get played on the regular
no cap, you can check, i confess it’s a check
everytime that i’m checkin’ my cellular
don’t buy that bullsh+t they sellin’ you
that sh+t is weird i’m telling you

these n+gga lookin’ like shawty ain’t ready…
well okay, okay
we ain’t humble, i’m humblin’ n+ggas this year
and i put that on god ‘them
lug this sh+t like i’m temp [?]
reign(run?) my lil’ light but i reign(run?) like i’m shawn kemp
yeah i know me some scammers, they think they magicians
clean out yo’ account, thats a card trick
but i keep it too real with myself and my dog
can’t n0body say ‘tei on some fraud sh+t
they know i’m finna blow like a [?]
boy i hit the booth and go super, im clark kent
hunnids blue like they crew on they slots
and i’m sellin’ out shows, sell tickets like its boston
givin d+ck till a b+tch exhausted, i don’t even break a sweat
shawty think i do crossfit
ain’t no cap in my rap, i don’t talk sh+t
off the rip had the drip like a faucet
lemme stop playin
switch, im ballin’, i’m so awesome
my cousin with me, ain’t shy with the glizzy
we had to survive in the city
atlanta no joke, they want smoke just like bobby and whitney
we come from the side of the city where they don’t wear vests
they shoot at yo fifty, no cap
just like suran it’s a wrap
why you think that we call it the trap? ’cause this sh+t is a trap
porsche, push b+tton to move it, that thang stupid
where the roof so translucent she tried ‘put her hand through it
look, i’m feelin’ like a movie, they shootin’ like stan kubrick
i’m coolin, but you know, cuz keep the drum like a band student?
look, the ride would paint neon, my chick colder than freon
peon, i’m prime time, these n+ggas should call me deon
look, i’m on fire, you must heard (mustard), the kid dijon
catch up (ketchup) if you can or im lappin’ n+ggas again
what the f+ck
hold on, hold on. gimme a sec. i wanna talk some real sh+t too, you know what i’m sayin’
[?]
i sl!ck wanna rap for this whole muh’f+cker
imma go on the real sh+t then we gonna flip somethin’ else
imma talk some real, hold on

aye, look, okay, look
ain’t sh+t to fear but fear itself, and last year i felt the same
like life was a game, the cards the man in the mirror dealt
until i saw my partner get slanged, and i felt my spirit melt inside me
but his body lay cold right there in that road, bro
you see a scientist may ask you what is a soul
and a atheist know he got one, he just don’t know where it goes
see a christian man of faith might could tell you the path to take
when you commence your grand escape from this world
but n0body knows, so+++
“don’t pay attention to what they tell you,” is what they told me
but am i g+nius or more a failure for listening closely?
my partner wrote me from a cell in fulton county jail
where he dwell cause someone caught a sh+ll while he was at the sh+ll
look, he still had so much left in store, he used to work retail
him and his girl was on the right track, but now that’s derailed
she fell in love with double cs like she had joint email
and as a man he couldn’t stand to see it, so he fell
into depression, so think hard when i ask you these questions
bruh, in what direction is you headed, decline or progression?
i know folks who wouldn’t harm a fly that would k!ll for your blessings
we come from less but now these lessons+

hold up, okay
i wanna believe you when you say you love me
but lately i just do not know how to feel
skeptical on who really i could trust
can’t be showing that weakness, that sh+t get you k!lled
n+ggas be moving fugazi, that sh+t do not faze me my n+gga
not even a lil’, i forgive you though
how can i down you when i know n0body around you been keepin’ it real?
can’t put my heart on my sleeve anymore
cause i peep how these people be takin’ advantage
how you gon slide me out worse than the n+ggas who tryna get over?
we sposed to be family
but i still love you my partner, my brother
but i heard you tryna get me popped like a xanny
we from the same block, a n+gga was shocked
my antennas raising, they looking for static
no ybn, this that almighty dollar
that got n+ggas all on my neck like a collar
i’m tryna make sure them young n+ggas follow
a different example than that sh+t around them
but all he know is the block like a blocker
he ain’t got no baby, but got baby bottles
he fifteen years old, running round with that chopper
takin’ headshots, that boy think he a model

hold on, they know i can rap
that just facts, know a n+gga be droppin’ them bangers
plus we been savage (ben savage) since he was on tv
so i need a chick with some lips like topanga
she brought a friend, i brought the squad
she said her name nick, let’s have a minaj
we f+cked them all and them hoes needed walkers
that’s probably why them hoes from texas, no rangers
changed up my number, let’s chat on the snap
she said i kissed her, she lyin, that’s cap
shout to future, that boy must be dikin’
how he don’t wear a seatbelt, but ride with a strap?
that b+tch louder than mystikal if we in danger
big ‘o+doo+doo’ make yo’ ass hit a ganger
i am not a gangster, that’s just a disclaimer
i’m just tryna count the c+notes like a sanger

which [?] you working? i’m [?], keeping angles
real recognize real, and yo’ ass is a stranger
don’t look familiar, boy you chameleone
your true colors hittin, but i got the vision
they gave your b+tch back, ’cause she just a complainer
must be on your taxes, the way that you claim her
put a spell on her like hermione granger
but i am not cedric, i can’t entertain her
move your left, and move your right foot
and now you off of my d+ck
i done seen how def look, don’t get your life took
i’m with my dog i might vick
that boy cold as marquette, but he a hot head
that cannon on him like nick
when that chopper sayin, them bullets sprayin’
ooh, turn this up, this my sh+t
look at my eyes, i done survived
a whole lotta sh+t i wasn’t ‘sposed to survive
i want through the fire, to get to the bread
now i get baked and toast up with the guys
im in the five
middle finger, pinkie finger, now move it one over to the side
side swipe
swervin’ through your lane, yeah i might
looking for me? baby, buy i kite
and wait for the lightning to strike
i’m the key to this sh+t, try it out if you like
if you wanna, but i don’t condone her
didn’t get my diploma, already knew i was bright as a star
they ain’t gon hold me, i know you know the art
of peer pressure, word to kendrick lamar
ain’t down to ride? then don’t get in the car
but i got in the car, tell my mom i’m sarr’

hol’ on, collect calls n+gga h+ll naw
pay the bill, charge it to the game, ain’t no thang
lessons learned like the l lord
grant me the serenity
to accept the sh+t that i can’t change

okay, okay
nothin’ but change in my pocket
but i was always pickin up the tab, like somebody dropped it
i knew the profit/prophet would be coming soon
boom, i’m a profit/prophet, just had to unlock it
promise of my blood, sweat, and tears staining my momma carpet

okay iunno, f+ck it…

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