Boca Freestyle

Hook:
I ain't been to Boca Raton
Ain't one of these clones that rap about shit they not on
But i do stay in my zone, that is well known
That is how I snatched the throne
I feel like I'm Cisco Ramon
On the beat i be vibin and this is all of the dome
The sauce that I got is unknown,got so many flows
I beat the beat up like stallone

Verse 1:
Spittin straight fiire, a nigga breathe propane
With these raps, I'm mcgyver, ain't no strain to my brain
Imma a high flyer, talkin rockets no planes
Chillin in space like every fukkin day
You ain't finna gain if you don't put in no pain
And you won't make no moves if you in the slow lane
I ain't talkin bout a coupe, talkin bout yo mindstate
What you shouldn't do is walk around and buy face

Verse 2:
All these fakes got me so irate
And its no debate that they tryna overtake
The music that they make niggas always overrate
But its cool they lames and i know that ill be great
That's my fate so i can't complain
Smokin on the highest strain til my pupils dilates
Yeah I'm smokin on that purple til i feel perpendicular
Ain't no steve urkell, i be stuntin on a regular
Don't copy off my circle, way we move is irreguler
You be talkin hot, but we ain't never heard of ya
Yo talkin all that shit, so imma take yo bitch
Now she rollin with the clique, luv how she movin her hips
And I ain't talkin shit, nigga flexin my vernacular
Just watch the way I'm steppin, how I do it is spectacular
But I'm way too far ahead, you gon need binoculars
Or a telescope, men already know, i be snatchin all they hope
Please do not approach, when I'm up in demon mode
Coz ill go loco
Like I'm YG, do not try me
Not bout fightin, but ill leave some damage on your phsyche
Yeah my shawty, Aphrodite
Scholar on the dick like Nefertiti
Best believe me, you can't defeat me
Universal intuition guidin me
Through reality
Stays remindin me
That I'm one of one
The chosen one
Under the sun
This my final dawn
Best be gettin gone
Coz it won't be long til I'm final form
Then the wars begun

Verse 3:
And if you want beef leave it undone
I like mine raw, let them guns draw
Hear my Glock roar
Pop pop pop
You get dropped off
Body line with chalk
Then the blunt get sparked
To get out the dark
And forget the thoughts
Bout the guy i dropped
Been thru this a lot and ill never stop
Ill keep goin hard
Til my time has come
I won't sleep
To all my haters rest in piece
Coz while i was busy spreadin peace
Off my pie they tried to take a piece
They was leechin, they was creepin
Had to mow the grass, make sure snakes had passed
Before headin back to my own path