Illegal Notice “Freestyle”

Got Damn!
Now everybody talking 'bout they the G.O.A.T
Nigga fuck outta here...

Verse 1:

Look
I make drops pick em up these days
I want it all so, I can't get enough these days
I put in work, never taking off these days
My alarms nor dey snooze so I'm up these days

And I bet that I will forget these days
All my plans are what I execute these days
First choices I don't second guess these days
And my circle nor dey see you squares these days

I'm on a net these days tryna gross these days
My plug's my connect when I roll these days
Took me long nights still I can't perfect these days
Dead wrong these days nor fit correct these days

I rather chill relax on that juice these days
Fuck the cribo I'm in the studio these days
Your girl call me up only if it's sex these days
She says I really go deep the strokes PGA >>

On the road these days, with my woes these days
I've got family ogbeni fuck friends these days
Haters talk these days but me nor send these days
I ain't buying what they told you they must be cray

So brief these days before I rest my case
Shout-out to the OGs I respect these days
Boy I'm the best these days
Time will tell whoever's asking the game is so sick I came through with a Aspirin

Interlude : (NBA commentary from Lakers vs Grizzlies game '19/20 regular season)

Swish..
234, 229 stand up

Verse 2:

This how I came and exactly how I'll leave
I do this shit for my day ones only
See ya, group, squad nor fit test my team
Shay they wanna rap this your manual take a seat

While you yapping, bragging like you 'bout that action
Number 1 pick abeg who's doing the drafting >>
Fake chains hanging on they neck, let's get straight to the facts
Too many garbage music going round fuck the stats

C-town rap the City crew I've got respect and that short nigga from self-made I know he raps
D'usse or that Henny when I'm working
Dropping these records cause the masses hypnosis

When I die leave a hundred carats in my coffin
I been pushing rhymes like weight I been clocking
Truth be told they feet be cold I come through to arenas and I steal the show

On that NEPA flow they wanna cut my lights out >>
Omo still shine C3Po >>
BMX moves biking with my hands down
Styles fresh make you boys put your pen down

Listen up you could wager C-notes on a nigga ima die here a legend get the word around >>
Same ones who dun doubted me amongst bros
Now it's funny how the all up in the fan zone. (Waddup)

Outro:
For the most part time will tell on you niggas, Yeaah.. the RENAISSANCE
Bless up!