Bobby M (New York is Fine) Freestyle

What I say in the perfect fight, is critical
Wilding when dissing dudes, foul shit, it’s pretty rude
Shakin’ fears right into crews, pickin’ part different interviews
All true, I don't bend the rules
I know a lot of artists want to me stop
‘Cause when I drop you gon’ watch a lot of artists get dropped
20 v 1; a lot of hoes want me to pop
Won is the 1; I feel like Jeezy, I get a lot
So let’s talk about hate, and Reasons why he don’t phase me
‘Cause now as of late, Top promoters go crazy
To get me on a flyer, shrimp and grits on the rider
Chicks sit beside us that have Sza sittin’ quiet
And now my new peers all richer than my prior
Yeah
Im a focused gun, a hair trigger on a loaded one
Out rappin’ kids, lil’ niggas, I’m the chosen one
And outta all the rapper kids, I’m the chosen son
Flows with a golden tongue, Member of The Goats Alum
Even better than the pro’s to some
This Era’s all trash -
Oh you’s a vet? Where’s ya dog tags?
You niggas cat, where’s the dogs at?
You should rest, where’s the morgues at?
I’m out West, Yankee ball cap -
My Timbs on, on Crenshaw
Up in Bossa Nova wit’ all my gems on
Dot is only hot, rest of y’all just bench warm
And clout chasin’, I could do this without Jason
Paint the scene red without maintenance
It’s a bloody murder, these Vic’s Sweet, I’m a fuckin’ Mercer
I bat left I throw right…
Any given Day I’ll show light, Even if the Rays down…
And Toni was wrong, I’ll bring SoCal a rain cloud
Who else got something to say now?
And yeah the south had a run, the left has a moment
But as history’ll show, New York City owns this
All y’all do is clone us, you other niggas owe us, Them fuckin’ gimmicks bogus, it’s time to really focus
Get back to bars, get back what’s ours
Less content creators, more rapper stars
Painted nails and man purses, man, that is ODD
All you quick music makers, yeah, that’s to y’all
Just half a bar, mother fuckers