New Season Freestyle

Intro/Skit:
"Man think im sleeping, I ain't sleeping
Plan is in motion... N***** working
Feel me... shout out all of my tugs"

Verse:
Went from a zed of cheese to feta cheese
No meat just veggies b
So street check the energy
Hold heat what you telling me
Same time I sold seeds like sesames
I can take a deep breath and run up like a penalty
Or I can score from outside the box with a [?]
Yh, I done a lot with this weaponry
Reach inside my pocket give you coppers like you're beggin me
Mally can't believe I'm still tryna buy mashes
My habibi don't believe me when I say I'm tryna practise
Long time I ain't seen a mash you've been playing gymnastics thats making a flip and tryna land it
Spent a couple years trying not to look too hood
But the truth of the matter is I still move buj
And I still move light, but I still move right
My little g just bought a 9 and tried to kill two guys
Thats two birds one stone but he still too fly
[?] girl no sponsor [?]
We're just tryna make cash flip
Burberry jacket with the faux fur call me Mr Fantastic
Boy I'm so bless swear if I don't stop finessing imma put some money on my own head
I ain't talking to no feds, you would think that I was selling sleeping pills the way that I sold zeds
I got mash money and food money my rainy day money is jump on a plane money when it ain't sunny
Hey sunny i'm the wrong one never had a job but I could always get the mother f****** job done
Trapping in the rain patterned in the game
[?] steamed veg i'll turn you cabbage with the flame
If the white ain't dope imma strike in [?]
Cos I won't [?] to tell a boy to send it back the way it came
I'm still aggy, still savvy, money in my skinny jeans make em feel baggy
Making [?] snaps but i'm still trappy, something bout that dirty money make me feel happy
S*** something bout the roads got me running with them O's
I'm nice I could spot an undercover in his clothes
I flip, flip the script then I double up my dough
I grip, glitch the switch take a run up then I blow
Like, oh my days they know my face, blow my gage, hold my weight they ain't f****** with this dough I make
If a brave little tramp wanna line me up rise it up then i'll blow like [?]
Don't like hate, don't like haters, n****** scared of the hustle like they don't like papers
Cro lines, old lines I don't care if i'm famous, don't ask me why i'm OT my g i'm here for the payments
Ain't preparing no statements, I be out there with the [?]
Need a shipment of gelato in a thousand containers
Still in last nights tracky running round like I'm shameless
I buy designer jackets don't really f*** with the trainers
Tell a f*** n***** pump up your kicks and [?] before a n***** pump slugs
I ain't in the mood for no punch up belly shot like a henny shot
[?] my milly rock that's on any block don't get it f***** up