4th Quarter Freestyle

I spit this shit while I was speeding in car
I don't even need a pencil just need weed and a gar
The freedom of bars
One hit I got 'em seeing the stars
Its like these rappers got they blunts out
Cause they needing a spark
I lead from the start
So raw you feel the beat of my heart
Flows too mean, the beat to me is like a street to a car
I mean this is war
So buckle up and see what's in store
Its the freshest rapper out and yall can't even afford
Bitch you'll see me in Forbes
Spit against me then I'm leaving a corpse
You bleed on the floor
Next thing ya see ya girl with my D in her drawers
She's screaming for more
They fiending for bars, but not really
Cause when it comes to bars these days there's not many
Like listen what these artists say
Like not any-thing but a chain and a diamond ring
Like I'm confused, you like money
Or the mindless brains
That follow you no matter time of day
Like honestly
You really like the lime and fame
And find peace cause you're cool and these childish brains
Its kinda lame

That's what I'm trying to say

I said I'm bout to blow
They ain't believing me though
Guess they don't know I'm more high than the sativiest smoke
This beat from a ghost
The type that make you bleed from your nose
And if you speaking on clothes ima leave the lethalist dose
And leaving you fiending like you needing a Joe
So put the top down
I've been working too many days for me to stop now
I've been working too many days I need to calm down
You swear I'm wearing three big B's the way I ball out

My shit is retarded
Yeah I'm in bitch I get it regardless
Not missing the target
I'm hitting like Harden
But I'm clutch though
Like Dame Dolla in the 4th Quarter, watch me unload
400 clips, bitch I'm lit without a gun though