Hype Man (Freestyle)

[Intro]
Yo, Derik! (Garrett)
H-h-how's the sound, bro?
Are my vocals lined up with the beat?
Fuck, hold on, let me listen again
Wait, you turned that shit up!
It's kinda flames low-key!
Woah, holy fuck!
Wait, this shit bangin'!

[Chorus]
This why you got me hype man
Never thought I could spit like this
(Never thought I could spit like this)
You got me hype man
Still don't think this shit exist
(Still don't think this shit exist)
You got me hype man
Ain't nobody ready for this
You got me hype man
I'll let my hype man side-kick
My hype man!
Always got me psyched man
My hype man!
Always on my side of the fights
My hype man!

[Verse]
And you don't why I go hard
And you don't know why I sold God
And I don't know why your so-called loser
Got me thinkin' this shit aight
But this shit ain't aight without my hype man by my side
In all my fights like pi, pie, pie? pie!
Y-yeah, and I know that I'm makin' songs right now
But he'll still think, this shit is flames, and he 'bout to spit like
All the vowels in the world, all in a row
And I'm about to break that shit down like two times two equals four
Wait, that's like two plus two (two plus two)
But, in a way it's flipped like
In a way, we like the same shit, but in a way we don't (but in a way we don't)
We disagree (We disagree)
We sit and diss (We sit and diss)
We sit and write (We sit and write)
This exact same shit (This exact same shit)
And I got the flow to freestyle on this bitch like tits
And I hope that he don't write none of this shit
I hope he try to freestyle all the way to Planet Fitness
If you know what I'm sayin' work that shit out on your own
'Cause you like hockey man, so the Stanley Cup is your own
You use that shit, pour some coffee in that bitch
Wait, I don' know if you drink coffee or that Baja-ja-ja-ja Blast
From Taco Bell, you know that shit freezin' like Icy Kash
When I got cold money, and I got cold feet to think
That I'm just sittin' here shy, like I can't talk to a girl
I can't even say hi, but you know what Kaila
I'm here to stay I got you on the nineteenth
Palms, all night and day
But don't worry, 'cause I'll make sure that we fine
We'd make sure that we fly
We make sure that we dress nice
And it's aight, (And it's aight)
If you take me back up (if you take me back up)
'Cause I know that my hype man
Will help me back down (down)
And this ain't song, featurin' my hype man
This is a song about my hype man
Magician G is right man
I think I understand what it's like to flow
And I got freestyles up my belt like Oreos
Wait, Oreos up my belt, that makes me fat but
I get judged for that shit all day and night like facts
Yeah, and I read the dictionary all the time
But I don't understand words that are circling in my mind
But, sometimes I get that shit confused
And I just think this beat is flames
And then I just rap about shit that makes me got no brains like
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Yeah)
Ja-ja-ja-ja-ja (Ja-ja-ja-ja)
(Yeah)
Blah, blah, blah, blah (Blah, blah, blah, blah)
(Yeah)
Cock, cock, cock, cock (Cock, cock, cock, cock)
(Yeah)
Cock a doodle do
You motherfuckin' cunts
It's mornin' time, sun is risin'!
Here we go cun'
And don't worry dad
Fuck you too, 'cause the only son you had
Has just set on you, but sat on you
Because I'm about as fat as you might think you have been in the past yeah

[Outro]
But my name is Zack (My name is Zack)
And it's Jabez Z (It's Jabez Z)
And it's Always Strong! (Always Strong)
Movement is not just for me (Not just for me)
Love y'all (Love y'all)