GiveUpTheGoods Freestyle

[Verse: Omen]
Thinking of a master plan
My mind moves fast as Cassius hands
Gotta plant my stance
Had to relax myself, distract from trends
Had to detach myself, Enhance my brand
Hurricanes formin', the clouds appear charming
Til my reign start sending sirens alarming
Top lyricist, you ain't in that league
I'm a star selling my flows as NFTs
Senorita on my line like "Ven aqui"
Overwhelming had to tell her "yo, can I breathe?"
Used to have a lot of holes, it's more like a lot of headaches
So many things I had to unlearn
I had to unbreak my heart
Like Tony in the 90s with a short cut
The day I landed on this Earth
I was a surе shot
Been on the forefront, sorta like a short stop
I movеd to New York, Cole finished 'The Warm Up'
A couple months later I was on a tour bus wildin'
White girl smiling
Of course my mind in the gutter, entering my prime
I was tryna discover just who am I in this game
Full of lies, full of suckas?
Environment was tougher than I realize
With my heart and my soul and my mind
I relied on this [?]
For God to speak
Type of talk that don't always sound logically
But it feels right
A lotta time stressed on you, what you built like?
At the current moment it's a lot of people bigger than me
But ain't none of y'all looking like that nigga to me
After I give them they flowers, then I give 'em a seat
Got plaques off of beats and my pen is elite
You ain't real, you a character pretending to be
Just to get you some reach
Took your style and you dipped it in bleach
I ain't judging I'm just stubborn
The authentic, non-gimmick, slept on like soft linen
Niggas put a fork in him
But I play dead, that's a safe bet...