Accordion Freestyle

(Verse 1): Cocaine, Cocaine
Bitch  want to fuck with me, there’s no way
Ima  lyrically rob you, give me your gold chain
You’re a puppy bark bark, you hear the Great Dane
Yeah you mumble rap niggas you all sound the same
You  a sellout, the government owns your damn name
Behind  the curtain you suckin’ dick for the fame, wonder how you be buying cars with that gold chain. Tryna’ flex with the Rolex you claim you gangbang. Got an “L” in your name cus you niggas is lame
Sad how we worry about the wrong damn thing, avoiding them kids in Africa going through pain. You drink half of the water then you go and waste it. Fake lips fake hips wonder how you make it. Gold grills saggin’ Ya pants wonder why they racist. Regulatory they tellin’ a story about the fake globe. I ain’t gon’ lie in middle school I had fake golds. O.J Simpson with the case, but it’s case closed. Fake pose, how you niggas think, but you don’t know. Government playin’ roulette with my post-code. Truth be told I be speakin’ the code. Niggas know that I’m cold, cus you know what I’m on. Tryna’ diss me hold up bitch I think you missed me. I reach the six peaks, like I door I think you miskeyed. Bitch please, on this rap game I piss like R. Kelly, killshot on this game I’m not Kelly