Free Work

[Intro]
(Come on!)

[Verse]
Uh
Two-seater, bring ya cheeba as I dash out
11 by me, she a mami and her ass, I show her what the cash 'bout
Vroom, Ferrari, Bill Cosby with the sweater game
Casino, cash out, lucky number seven change
Boogie Night lifestyle, she sucked me while I revved the Range
Easy on the gas, feel dangerous with the head of pain (Uh)
It's a recession, but you ain't had no dough before
I ain't a regular nigga, my flow is [?]

[DJ Drop]
([?])
(Bring it back)

[Verse]
Uh
Two-seater, bring ya cheeba as I dash out
11 by me, she a mami and her ass, I show her what the cash 'bout
Vroom, Ferrari, Bill Cosby with the sweater game
Casino, cash out, lucky number seven change
Boogie Night lifestyle, she sucked me while I revved the Range
Easy on the gas, feel dangerous with the head of pain (Uh)
It's a recession, but you ain't had no dough before
I ain't a regular nigga, my flow is [?]
I'm outta orbit courtesy of the kush (Yeah)
Guinness delivery, deserve to be in the books
Prefer to be in the bricks, weed, me and my 6
TVs are on my shit, HD, we in the mix
Niggas fake it 'til they make it, don't take that lane
Walk around like these niggas with these fake ass chains
I can't stand 'em, [?] we should ban 'em, garbage can 'em (Uh)
Damn, I'm the fuckin' man, a lyrical cannon, I blam 'em
One thing about me, I never had to beg
Wanted man, bigger than the bounty on Bin Laden head
Now we gettin' UK, African, and Latin bread
And you a bum, nuttin' but [?] rapper dead

[Chorus]
Stop talkin' like a boss or somethin'
Like [?] won't bust you off or somethin', I smell coffins comin'
These niggas walk, talk it frontin'
100K and it's all for stuntin', nigga, we ball for nuttin'
Top down, what you know 'bout that?
Hot rounds, what you know 'bout gats? Cop now
Make it all right back, right back like I never left
Put my back against the wall, fuck 'em all

[Verse 2]
[?] sucker, Banks, ma'fucker
Free work, you should say thanks, ma'fucker
You can emulate forever, you won't never be the God
Dinner plate charm, like Eric B. and [?]
You'll never be a star, [?] too many areas
Bunch of ho ass niggas, rappin' on they periods
Some heart attack serious, we all check the [?]
And if you don't, then you ain't understandin' this
Uh, I'm startin' to wonder if they even stand to piss
I put money on this, hand over fist
I ain't these old niggas braggin' 'bout the life he had (Nah)
The way I rebound, I deserve a Nike ad
Fuck with the rubber, so I won't be a might-be dad
Hated by the same niggas that wanna be like me bad (You)
[?] dumb, hit you with the Hyphy mag'
Mad 'cause my money come outta your wifey bag

[Chorus]
Stop talkin' like a boss or somethin'
Like [?] won't bust you off or somethin', I smell coffins comin'
These niggas walk, talk it frontin'
100K and it's all for stuntin', nigga, we ball for nuttin'
Top down, what you know 'bout that?
Hot rounds, what you know 'bout gats? Cop now
Make it all right back, right back like I never left
Put my back against the wall, fuck 'em all

[Outro: DJ Whookid]
Damn
[?]
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