Freestyle X

(Fresh Arrival from the 5-0-5-0-5-0-3)

I-I-I-I-I was just a younging dreaming sixteen
Six things Bound to scream
Triple title this shit explicit lingerie
Fresh arrival from the 503, almost mr. clean
And listerine all in one package
Back that stage diving from a lunch table
Smack attack, this mans hungry for revenge not a lunch pack
If my minds a gun
Ya Better run cause I’m cutting you off like the fake wrists slit
Thinking I should quit but if I don’t spit
I’ll shit lead into body-bags, watch the body drag
Hole in the chest do what I do best
I call this Freestyle X
To leave you like Y
E-Z as it seems I’m my own nightmare
I’m sick of the jokes
I'm sick of the posts
And I'm Sicker than most
Charlie G gonna be the greatest
Not the latest tombstone

Cut the instrumental
I don’t need a beat to get in the mental
People want smoke with me like it’s menthols
Dig yourselves a grave
Don’t know what you got into
Brought these phonies in I’ll take them out
Send shooters, or looters
And shit behind me, but won’t confront me
Laugh at album flops at barbershops
But Can’t even get your cuts right
YouTube beats and androids reading iPhones
Or perhaps you never write your own
Pushing back

Story of a survival child in the wild
Keep the file and denial for a while
Provocatial, going extra miles
Vile but preliminile, mild, and shit
Quit and uh, dispersitial, the towel
Cause the hating is now or meanwhile
I’ve seen foul Powers dial
Juveniles that will never flower
Extra hours off the blunt aisle
Lacking of style, but still in Eddie Bauer
Y’all cowards can’t exile a smile
Looking like profiled pedophiles
I should be in trial
For such a hostile tactile
On you fragile shit piles

Get the freestyle back Charlie G
When will you release 23-35
I don’t know just enjoy stay alive and the Era
But prepare this