Classroom Freestyle

[Intro]
Retro, you filmed this?
Woo, look
I'm doing this shit, wait
I'm doing this shit for the one time
Fuck that, doing this shit forever

[Verse: 1]
Yeah
I need me a beat with some soul in it
Turn on a beat and I start cooking up like I went in the oven and put me some dough in it
I head to the stove and I whip up my wrist
I'ma drop a lil' water with dope in it
Four-hundred degrees, I'ma scrape off the oil and take out the rock, get some dough from it
I'ma bag this shit up, I'ma add this shit up, doing method was faster than fuck
Kicked out of school, I was bad ass, the fuck?
Kicked out of school, I kept fucking shit up
Sent out to juvie, got caught up for licks
Changed up my ways and I flipped me some shits
I'ma get in the pack, and I get it off quick
Then I bring back the money and help with the rent
Helping my momma, boy I've been a man
As a youngin was touching and clutching the fans
Nigga play around, we gon' get on his ass
I'ma call up my dog, he gon' slide with his mask
45 rounds stuffed up in that choppa
.762 hit him up, they gon' pop him
Nigga talk stupid so I'm finna drop him
Whip up the dope, the sauce start locking

Man fuck that
I ain't finna be rapping bout dope cause I'm up in the school
Rap front' the teacher, rap front' the class, but I'm doing my thing like a mufucking preacher
I'm standing here speaking
Nigga play around, chopper get loud like bass on a speaker
Hit his ass up, leave him leaking
Get lit from the woods, ? he stanking
Stick his ass up, creepin'
Let me change up the topic, let's talk about money
Doing my thing, I'm winning
Gettin that dough, I'm keeping this serious not funny
Runnin around from the rain, the cold, the snow, fuck it, even when sunny
Don't give a fuck, don't matter, that jacket on me cause that pistol on me
What? You want it? (Woo)

Niggas said do it so I went and did that
I'm with that x and I ain't with that chit-chat
Up it and bust that, you get your shit wacked
Nigga talk stupid then you get your shit snatched, bitch
I was broke as the fuck, riding round tryna pop it like Tic-Tac
If a nigga talk stupid than we finna pull up and lit that, bitch get your lick back
Bitch get your shit back, nigga got kick-back
Big ass chopper, this bitch got some kick
Ima get me a pound and then rip that
Bussin' shit straight to the gram and then flip that
Bussin' shit straight to the gram and then stretch that
I'ma get that shit diamonds on necklace
Yeah this shit coming up, its my time, I'm feeling this shit I ain't come to regret that
Everybody that's hatin on me, that ain't know I was made for
If a nigga play round I'ma stack up some bread on his ass like some mufuckin Legos
I'ma get me a pack and then stretch the shit off from the soft since I’m hard like some playdough
Left outside when the kid done playing with it
Pussy play round, I keep a K close
Yeah

[Outro]
FOEMOB
Doin' that shit, boy
I don't know what yall niggas talking bout
You know what I'm saying?
I ain't even gotta say too much for real
I'm just glad I made the right decisions bro
God did