MAMA Freestyle

[Verse]
When I talk about techs, its bout technology
You niggas cappin
Gangsters you try to be
My flow is rare
Like hitting a lottery
You niggas really
Owe me apologies
For all that bullshit you be making b
I’m getting bread like I live in a bakery
Everything sweet on your block call it Maple Street
I need a sugar mama like Meryl Streep
Spit some heat
Hot ass grits when I spit like this, make you grit your teeth
Came in blindsided your squadran
Batman without a motherfucking Robin
Tyler The Creator debuting on Goblin
Flow be sick its gon fuck up your conscious
Oh shit im a storm on a rising
So fly I don’t need a pilot
Oh my hit the fucking bullseye
With a fucking closed eye
Wasn't even trying
Oh my what I nice guy
She said till I tired like an iron
Yall steaks in the den of this lion
Making waves
I’m just surfing to retirement
So powerful break you to ions
I really a nigga u need keep your eye on