MURDER THE RAP GAME [BESTIE FREESTYLE]

[Verse]
Yuh, let's take it back to the moment when I wanted to be a rapper
I wanted to kill the competition as if it mattered
I knew deep down, I wasn't born with talent to master
I just backed it up with confidence, ignoring the laughter
I've been fighting for a fucking minute, just for a minute
Just for a second of your time, sir, so please may you give it?
I ain't lyrically gifted but I know I've got a vision
And when I sing, I'm exquisite, I heard that from my past bitches
'Mean, from all my last women, go 'head and Kanye that shit
Life of Pablo, Life of Leon, R.I.P. Life of kid
He was an animal, PETA, too worried 'bout making hits
With all the damage he done feed ya, I'm surprised that you lived
Just think about it, did he ever go and back that shit up?
Nah, did he actually, fuck, he made me mad with his talk
It's pretty tragic but I'm done with that, I just levelled up
Now I've ascended to that god level, wannabe stuff
Yeah, I reached beast mode, they wanna fuck with me
I played 'em like they're cheat codes, now they're in love with me
Cause you cannot defeat ghosts, I duppy all on the beat
I've been single for a couple years cause I wan' be free
And if I fell back in love, I know that I won't be free
I gave my heart to a girl once, twice, maybe three
And I don't have the strength to have it broken in back into pieces
No, now they all peeking at me, thinking I'm losing the fucking plot
Well, then try beefing with me, singing, nah, wait for the shit I drop
Cause with the heat I bring, you know I'ma make my way to the top
So try defeating me, I'll wait here, just give it all that you got
Yeah, I'll take any beat, go ahead and ride with it
Fuck a box, take a genre, I'm defining it
They don't wanna wait, put my all in what I make
I'ma go fuck around, make me a tape
And I'ma deliver with what I'm gon say, yeah
I'm unforgettable, just like my exes told me
I ain't dating, no, they thinking 'bout that old me
Now I'm Leon, yuh, you want another go? Please
Y'all fucking evil, I don't want no nasty hoes, sheesh
Cause I'ma do this shit my way, fuck you think this is?
I'ma stay single til I die, hey, I don't want no bitch
Think that I'm doing this the right way, I don't need to snitch
You a mess, like Will Smith's genie, fuck off, that's my only wish
And I could probably go ahead, drop your discography
Record it, mix it, probably drop that shit the following week
Now that I'm making moves, they sneaky, tryna copy me
I've got some clones, I guess I need to work more silently, damn
That shit's good, kid, you should probably rap some more
Drop a couple hits and focus on the racks some more
You want the money, want the fame, cause it's mad important
You need to travel by a plane, you're the rap import
Big British boy, you can even sing a bit
Want the bitches on your dick? Want your music all to stick?
Yah, yah, want your music all to stick? Yah, yah, yah
I'm on my Blueface Flow like my boy Yung Davon
CVTE in this bitch, yeah, you know we full of great ones
Crew in the whip and you know we losing patience
You are just a bitch, you won't blow up, I'ma make sure, ayy, CVTE