Quiet Storm (Freestyle)

Yo
With The Pen I'm Mo Betta
You Lookin' For A Beef, I'm Just Lookin' For More Chedda
I'm Busy In These Streets Like Traffic In Bad Weather
I Can't See Or Hear The Hate That You Give Me I'm Helen Keller
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Since A Youngin I Been Dreamin' Bout A Coupe
But Reality It Hit Me From The Leaks In The Roof
If I Ain't With Ya Honey Then I Bees In The Booth
You A Lame and The Game Really Need Me This The Proof
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My Brother In These Streets He The Truth
He Got That Street Sweeper Knock A Nigga Off His Stoop
Left Him Well Done Now That Nigga Sippin' Soup
He Was Shittin' On His Niggas Now He Bleedin' In His Coupe
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We Workin' In Groups Until We All Rich
When It Comes To The Money I Just Make It Like Mitch
You Sent Them Shots To My Body But Shit They All Missed
I Be Stephen Curry I'll Shoot Em Until They All Hit (It's The Real)
If They Forget It We Get The Club Lit
This Shit Is (Hip Hop) On Some Thug Shit
I'm Only with The Real And The Thugs Bitch Smokin' OG On Some California Love Shit
(The Real)
Made My Best Dollar Makin' Drugs Flip (Facts)
I'm 100 In These Streets On Some Pun Shit
Your Boy Gettin' Rowdy We Came To Run Shit
(That Nigga Soft)
And I'm Tryna To Get These Ones Lit
That Nigga Talk More Than A Bitch, He Should Say Less
I Be Stephen A with The Smith, You Skip Bayless
I Be Young Thuggin' Your Bitch, Now You Bae Less
I Be Coppin' More Than A Zip , That's Why I Payless
I Wear My Polo Robe To The Strip, That Boy Stay Fresh
Get Booked You Know I'm Pleadin' The Fifth, Fuck What They Say Next
I'm The Best Out We Takin' All Bets Got Me Lookin' Like Money May Vs Marquez
I'll Body Anything Word To Funk Flex
Then I Put The 12 Gauge To That Small Vest
Smokin' Purple Haze Bumpin' Dipset, Thumbin' Through A Check My IG Got Your Bitch Wet
Them Niggas Hatin' I Ain't Touchin' 6 Figures Yet
Tryna To Hit A Lick On Me Will Get You Bench Pressed
Ridin' Through My City Like De Blasio
Niggas Talkin' Like They Want Smoke Who Gon Stop Me Though
Your Bitch Swallow Dick She A Cocky Hoe
This Ain't My Best Shit This My Saké Flow
I Put Coke On My Feet These Huaraches Though
I Keep It Street Like Quarter Waters and A Butter Roll
How You Niggas Gettin' Money If Ya Mama Broke?
Talkin' Like You In A Benz She Drive A Honda Though
Niggas Fucked Up In The Game
Everybody Whippin' Crack But Ain't Nobody In Pain
Old Niggas Washed Up Lookin' Like Eddie Kane
I'm A Magician With The Words Something Like David Blaine
(Ya Digg)
I'm Here Now All That Shit Gon Change
Wack Niggas Hang It Up Stay The Fuck Out My Way You Heard