Interlude Freestyle

(Intro)
Yeah
Lets take it back
One time
Let me take it back
Let me catch wreck

(Verse)
I grew around them Impalas
I screw up rounding them dollars
Poppa was folding them no wallet
I looked up to them older men
My coldest kin’s was ballers
Making ends meet without beef
Took technique and honor
Can’t check G get blessed by my bravado
I’m a king on this chess board, you a chess piece
Since a ten speed, don’t test me
Can call it, don’t tempt me to bе honest
Quit fucking up my genre, bеfore I go all out Dahlmer
Sit down Lil whatever, before I call your momma
You fuck bitch in pajama's, it’s in my genes to vomit
That sheet rock, that B-Thought, that Lee Roth
That g spot, that tee off, that Pete Rock
That 7 digits 3 commas
Older cousins was straight buzzing
Young self-made alcoholics
Cruising out for narcotics, A lil booch for garnish
So far from educated, still so far modest
But who am I to comment, I guess it’s part the process
I was on the same path, when I grew a couple feet taller
Got me smoking on, something
Louder than a party inside of apartments
They parked the car, I hopped out
I showed face, she bow-legged
I threw five, then hopped back in
I’m old school, this cold blues
No fast cash, just fat ass
This Oshkosh, this crockpot
I’m so smooth, nonchalant
If you think not you smoking on Pom Poms
I need fronto, pronto, green faces, to calm me down
A hoe that slurp like wonton, cut thru your shit like filet
Watch me flambé, sipping on this Bombay
Ya Boy sauté like bobby flay, since a baby like Ashante
This G dot, leave the tint off, don’t need to hide behind shades
This westcoast, This Death Row
These kleptos, stole my flow
I guess though, that Jethrow
Knowns Crime pays
No pit stops, we ain’t broke
Fuck a wrist-watch, we don’t pose
Fuck a Ziplock, you ain’t dope
Bitch I’m Woodstock , ou stay home
When I talk, it’s case closed
Paid my dues, from my don’t’s
This shits deep, up shits creek
Don’t make me, make you
Have to get exposed
I’m out her with Eva
Had a dream that go major
Got them swinging like I’m Joe Frazier
Cold stainless on my Joe Namath
I’m popping off
Y’all fall like dominos
Vamanos to all my haters

(Outro)
What’s lefts
You want another verse
From me
I’mma have to start charging for this shit
100 dollars a bar??
1000?
Fuck it