No More Chances (freestyle)

First things first
Gemini
The twiin wit two I's
Keep it G on a beat
Got rappers on stand by
My flow so dope
You bound to get high
Get a nigga choked up
Like church and bow ties

Who am I
But I won’t tell lies
Gotta biddy in da city
Wit some big ass thighs

Down to ride
For da guy
Front seat
Courtside
Keep a .45
In my 33 oh I

Magic stick
Watch me pull out magic tricks
In my 23s
Bitch dese ain’t Magic’s kicks
I keep a Afro pick
For my Afro dick
I gotta Afro chick
Doin Afro shit

Spit game is stupid
My barz is undisputed
Imma cold hearted nigga
Ain't fuckin wit no Cupid
Rappers in tha game
Imma say this once
You got one last shot
Before I hit this blunt

How you livin Gemini?
Like my shit don't stink
I get a couple retweets in my colorful mink

Let dat sink
I’m lookin for da freak of da week
Gimme toppy in my Jeep
While I’m parked on the street

I keep a chromed out piece
In my CA king
I’m doin town biz
Wit my CA queen

We got the choppy wit da beams
And my team move mean
I told my momma she gone see me on dat big flat screen

Gettin commas
Throwin dollas
When I’m in da Bahamas
And I ain’t never goin broke bitch
I put that on mommas

When my niggas gas break
They be in yocahommas

I’m coo wit osama

Im breakin promises like obama

Now Watch me do my thizzle dance in my polo pajamas

Sweaty box
Got that pussy soakin wet like a sauna
Fuckin bitches in moraga
In my Element Honda
And I keep my main bitch in dat Dolce Gabbana

I got my own M's
And blue faced friends
All my niggas from the town
Rock locks n timbs
22 eye N
Wit dem platinum rims

Name a nigga fuckin wit me
You ain’t next to kin

I’m next to win
I like alotta sex and sin
I am the best MC bitch
Check my pen
My flow is wetter
Like I swim wit mermaids and fins

Imma '94 baby
Sippin' juice and gin

To all my niggas in tha pen
Locked up like hens
Allow me to rip
This lyrical shit
When I spit

Burned a lot of bridges
But I move by sea
My ex bitch like to fuk me in my givenchy

It's a fee for a p
Cause my watch AP
And the diamonds on my wrist trynna shine like me
When we up in the VIPs
We don't need ids
Smoke about a Quarter P
Till my niggas is free

I fuck wit conscious shit
Like Jiminy C

I got tha E for tha F
If u need some G

You gone see a dead body if they don't pay me
I count bands wit my hoes
Like 1,2,3
Smokin cookies wit dem niggas offa
Sesame Street

2 C's on tha bag
My bitch is boujie
32 inch weave
Fall down her booty
Valentino flip flops
Got damn
And oowee

Makin money on a mission
Wit P’s and OGs

Hands up I can't breathe
R.I.P. E.G
Tell em Gemini said
Fuck nyp
I'll make a 5.0. Cream
Wit my 223s
Cause these niggas gettin lynched
On these concrete streets
Shout out da black queen
F. Cress welsing
Melanated offspring
Like M. L. King
Go to war for my team
Can't trust police
Blue strip da benji
Crip all my C's
Still yellin fuck 12 and tha g.o.v
Took ya bitch to the beach
In tha l.b. Sea
Nah mean
Word to Unc D.O. Double G

Plaques AU
Yeah, Dassa platinum P

I want that iced out chain
Like MMG

To all the rappers in tha place
Imma say this once
I am tha best mc
So I must be blunt
Don't give a fuk about ya cars clothes money or hoes
Cause gettin higher than a kite is my goal

Free my ones
2 feet down like 10 toes
Fuckin wit my woes
Get ya bitchass smoked

I like to slow poke
While my bitch get choked

Latex and good smoke
AaliyAh
Rock tha boat

Hard dick
Stiffer than ponytails
On a rat bitch
Trap Bitch
Hit a couple licks out da gap Bitch
All about her bags
Credit cards
Gotta scam bitch
Gotta chase a bag
Money gram bitch (uhh)

You must be used to me trippin’ (trippin)
(I got that good dick bitch you can’t forget)
You must be used to me Slippin’ (slippin’)
(I got that good dick bitch you can’t forget)
You must be used to me cryin’ (cryin)
(I got that good dick bitch you can’t forget)
You must be used to me tryin’
(I got that good dick bitch you can’t forget) (uhhuh,yeah)
But I’m leaving you tonight