Crows

[Verse 1]

I pull up real fast, pull up real quick
You in gear four, I'm in gear six
I can't move slow, I'm not average
And I keep that nine on me, Rondo, Mavericks
Homie what's happenin
We can get it crackin
Attackin him left and right
While I'm taggin with left and rights
Am I right?
I keep this chain on my neck, man that's civil rights
When I write, I bring the pain with my lyrics, are y'all alright?
Man alright
I can't stop it
Keep that cannon on me like a rocket
I tell ya cannon to rock it
Power, Otto no rocket
Nick, no cannon Mariah so stop it
Dashing through money, stopless
Massin through NASA watch this
Hit you with a capital clip, what's in your wallet?
You giving up, you practicing lent? What's in yo pockets
I keep you boxed in with the flow, I'm like Hopkins
I'm timeless, like diamonds
And money, in Thailand
Shhh, whisper
Boy I ball hard like Fisher
The Clippers
The Wizards
The Sixers
Man shh, just listen
You can't ball hard like the Pistons
Nowitzki, no Jordan or Pippen
No pun intended
My attentions for the intended
Just to show that I'm winning
So pay attention
Cause the ending
Might pop like quizzes
Man you looking stupid you get left like Jennings
Let's get it
That might be too much
And I'm too clutch
Like Harden or T-Mac
On Houston
No boosting
Cause it's proven
That if you go hard in the paint
Dwight in the paint and you might stop losing
That's really how my life goes
I set goals and get buckets
Then I drive to the goal, to the hole
And one, one shot is all you get
So I gotta ball out, I can't stop, I can't quit
Now, are you hearing what I'm saying
Or do I need to turn up like a Super Saiyan
I'm sayin
Damn, you playin
I'm not tho
Comin at your head with the little red dot tho
Do you feel me or not bro
Nah, no not really
I do it for my dogs like Mike Vick, I'm so silly
I do it for my dogs like Rick Ross and Meek Milly
I do it for my dogs, all of y'all so grind with me
But I'm on this cheese chase
Like a Philly cheese steak
Or cheese cake
Man I'm so random, for Pete's sake
I do it for Pete's sake
Who the hell is Pete doe
Run up in your spot on a Friday, Deebo
Man this shit is easy like a layup, free throw
Can't wait to get this bread, for free doe
And layup, with a little bad chick
She so far from average
She think she from Dallas
Damn I hate the Mavericks
And I love them questions but man I hate the practice
Why you hate the practice, did A.I. go to practice?
I know I'm not AI but hell man let me practice
That means skipping practice
On the regular, I'm Childish, Gambino
Boy I jack pockets like the casino
I'm a cash out like jackpot the casino
I'm a spaz out like Marlin on Finding Nemo
And when I mash out I can't come back, Sub Zero
The end
I lied
Man I just can't stop now
Copped the five-o so I can dip up on the cops now
Bought the five-o so I could slip when I hear them cops sounds
Got the new whip so when it's real, I'm a let the freaking top down
Man I hate five-o bro
Got that five-o doe
I'm wagon from station to station, no Volvo
My ride so pimp I exhibit in car shows
I pimp my ride, no Xzibit, no car shows
Damn

[Outro]

Yeah that's about it
That's pretty much a rap
Quick little freestyle
Hope you guys enjoyed it
Get at me
My boy D on the beat
Yupp!