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woods, the mighty - don't even know freestyle (2015) lyrics

intro:
“yo, thank you guys for all the support… i don’t want to f-cking sound g-y with this sh-t though… f-ck it, i’m just gonna rap.”

you ain’t even know that i rap like this
you ain’t even know that my flow go crazy
you ain’t even know that she lick her lips
when i rap
yea i rap, and i bagged miss daisy
“hi, my name is…”
not slim shady
another white kid making raps for paper
but that’s just a part of it
i put heart in it
it’s some cardiac
do it for the fun, for the rush and the love
i thank god for my angels above
watching out for me
you can be doubtful, b
i’ll chase dreams you can live a formality

hold up…
let me slow my flow
f-ck em when they say homie slow yo roll

imma live my life
have my fun
know i got problems
you ain’t one
it’s the world vs. me
anything you want in this life ain’t free
c’mon, gotta hit that lick
go on f-ck that b-tch
smoke that weed
this is anarchy

better know i come and kill it
i’m the illest in the “boro”
i was born inside of philly but the realist in the world

i was raised to respect
came in the game with name and a pen
now…
i aim for the fame from a cage in a lair
there’s days that i feel that i’ll never make it out
put my foot to the floor and my head in the clouds
so i do what i do and i get grinding

cooking up some sh-t
better bet it’s grimy
looking up to god, “let def jam sign me”

bars made of gold
and they so d-mn cold
rode home through the poles, through the ice and the snow, and they still ain’t thawed

this mother f-cking beat got me cooking raw
like a brooklyn boy

that’s h-o-v
this age-old weed got my legs on lean but i stay low key
saying “f-ck police”
bet i still got drive when the tanks on “e”
got the heat cranked on when my mixtape play
bet the sh-t on repeat, groundhog day

coming for the top spot
dawg you don’t even know it

don’t do your life like cocaine
dawg don’t blow it

i seen your worst and i seen your best
your best ain’t as good as my worst is
my flow go smooth like cursive
curses!
who wrote these white kid verses?
aw, was it quentin miller?
was it scott mescudi or bryson tiller?
man, he acting funny
man, swear he don’t rap, the jig is up
look at ’em …
he over here stealing jigga stuff
alright i’ll admit it
i don’t freestyle i ain’t quick enough
but my pen game is mad insane

i do it like a princ-p-l and write you up
grab your main chick then wife her up
get her sucking like a mother f-cking dyson does
i got bars like a mother f-cking hyphen dawg
i’m woods, the mighty and please say “the mighty”
i hope you ain’t sleeping dawg, lay off the nyquil
i’m bout to get my mixtape made in a vinyl
i’m wishing my paper was long as a bible, man…

- woods the mighty lyrics

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