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viithekid - xxl freshman freestyle remix lyrics

[verse]
mama told me all that i had was my b-lls and my word
she kept me off them streets like i walked on the curb
10 toes to the ground cause we all from the dirt
im too good with the words so they call me a nerd
but i stayed up in them books
came up in the game, now them f-ckn-gg-s shook
ain’t n-body ever try to f-ck with the rook
i don’t know how so i don’t f-ck with a hook
of course
the n-gg- ain’t that important
he finna fade away, mike jordan
they took me for granted, horace
y’all shit is unbearable, porridge
got too many bars i don’t know where to store em
best under 16, end of the story
my wisdom be making me feel so historic
them n-gg-s my cubs so they ain’t make no noise
n-gg-s be hating the boy
f-ck it it is what it is
n-gg-s not paying the kid
but really i don’t get the biz
n-gg-s just care if u lit
they do not hear no lyrics
they do not f-ck with my shit
f-cks that i never will give
no bells so i guess that i had to dismiss

but y’all ain’t feeling me n-gg-
everytime i come around i just be k!llin a n-gg-
and y’all really want to act like i ain’t k!llin shit n-gg-?
but the flow is too cold, i’m just chillin these n-gg-s
feeling like a villanous n-gg-
oh u ain’t get the memo? read the syllabus n-gg-
n-gg-s copycats, man call you syphilis n-gg-
bet you won’t snap back, get it fitted my n-gg-
i’m a lyricist n-gg-, and that’s true
u be k!llin some n-gg-s, and that’s cool
u be whippin a coup while im at school
for 8 hours but somehow i am past you?
uh, yeah ya time is past due
uh, ya whole squad taboo
uh, for the game i’m bad news
uh, out of work? that’s sad dude
y’all fake -ss rappers, you don’t know shit
steppin to me, that’s a bad motion
i’m not saying im gon pop ya squad
but saying i can’t spit’s a sad notion
for the next tape i might bag ocean
but then it’ll just be songs for women
and when i’m done, we’ll prolly create some bad religion
and maybe go to egypt and see the pyramids and then
i’ll get a creative vision
then i’ll make an odd decision
future looking bleak due to loss of rhythm
tryna use my right brain but the others kickin
i’m so far gone call me cosmonaut
but i’m still here n-gg-, am i gone or not?
it don’t matter where i’m at i’m on the job
mind dead but i’m still tryna earn my spot
the game fit me like a du rag
d-mn vii i didn’t think that you would do that
couple days from now i might drop a new track
you thought i’d keep it lowkey? too bad
i make big claims like a rebate
all ya freestyle they pre made
vocabulary on pre k
boy you rap like minaj, three way
oh shit
sorry that i had to do it
they said i couldn’t rap, sorry that i had to prove it
y’all call me fake as h-ll, sorry i ain’t had to move it
lyrical curry, sorry that i had to shoot it
yeah i been rappin i’m still with the acne
i know i look young but b-tch don’t put it past me
they keep it chris paul cause they always look past me
you wanting to sign me well tell me who’s asking
ain’t n-body gotta ask me for the shits
ain’t n-body ever gotta put me on a list
as they say n-gg-, ignorance is bliss
and i must admit, i don’t really recognise you for your suave or wit
but you off the fritz
n-gg- call it quits
you a swing and miss
you a hypocrite
funny isn’t it?
n-gg-s talk the shit
but they just closeted
i ain’t singin this, nah i’m rapping
i’m telling you, i’m not asking
i ain’t moving weight, i’m not trapping
you a rom com, you not action
you got the script n-gg- all y’all acting
you talk about the d but you barely p-ssing
rap torch like the seahawks, should’ve p-ssed it

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