Sold Out Dates (Freestyle)

[Verse]
Sold out dates, I'm no doubt great
Y’all so outraged and lowdown lame and lowdown fake
I choke out fakes and throw out snakes
The popo gotta roll out tapes soon as I roll out tapes
I throw down profound pronouns, I throw down flames
And, if a nigga want beef, I'ma throw out names
It's dead lock, so I’m sendin' headshots
At blowouts, waves, combouts, braids, and low top fades, ayy
What the fuck a nigga know 'bout J?
I'm the rose that rose out of the concrete slate
Don't really go out late and, no, I don't clout chase
And I never hold out, wait, or slow down pace
With every flow I make, I never show out late
I came in the game good, I'ma go out great
Don't try to go against the GOAT, that is so not safe
Niggas don’t want no smoke, y’all niggas smoke out vapes
They said SAND too hot like mantel rock
And, man, you not, he like a pot with a handle hot
He way too hot to handle like candle slots
He twist the flow like bantu knots, nigga, they stand the God
I drop the heat, you jam, it's hot
Don’t give a damn if you jam or not, just give the man his props
'Cause when niggas try to battle, they see defeat
Like sandals, Crocks, and flannel socks
Nigga, the dude go to work, he might make you move off ya turf
Nigga, if you move, you get murked, take ya shoes and ya shirt
'Leel bars might shoot through ya shirt, nigga
Pew, pew, pew like a church, nigga
You could get hurt, nigga, might put you in the dirt
With some shoes and a suit in a hearse
I'ma do you the worst, fuck around, put a dude in a urn
Fuck havin’ ya funeral first
Nigga's gotta get versed 'cause the hook's prepared
When I spit, they be shiftin', scared
When I flash, they gon' ask me like, "Leel, why you took it there?"
I rip shit on wax like it was pussy hair
I'ma spazz on this shit, straight snap on this shit
Every track is a hit, straight smackin' you niggas
Subtractin' you niggas, that's fact, never fiction
Doin' numbers like I was a mathematician
I beat the beat, the beat get bruised
I ain't ever gotta get shit pre-approved
You could say I got these rappers on they Ps and Qs
Nigga, I'm top three but I'm not three or two
Feast on beats, they tellin' me to eat my food
You could see I got the speakers boomin'
These niggas think they gon' get on the beat and defeat me?
Do it, I'ma beat you to it and make a beat to do it
You will never find anotha nigga betta than me
I said that already, shit is hella repetitive, see?
The beats I eat, we so fuckin' decadent, B
You niggas faker than American cheese and mothafucka
I swear I get a lot o' stares when I step on the beat
I do this shit with so much pleasure and ease
I got a devilish feat, you know music is forever with me
'Cause I ain't stoppin' till I'm sittin' where the veterans be
I don't wanna be the one to burst your bubble, lil dude
And I don't wanna cause trouble, lil dude, I know you
Probably think ya cold, probably think nobody fuckin' with you
But really, though, nobody fuckin' with you
You really suck on the coot
Come at me? You gon' come to ya doom
I kill shit, you gon' come to ya tomb
My nigga, your shit trash and you know nobody bumpin' it, fool
Nobody wanna hear the hullabaloo, now get the fuck out the room
Huh, I think gotta let it breathe, ho
They come to me 'cause I give 'em what they need, ho
And I'ma always be tight, be right, be right
Left, down, right, up, left, down, got the cheat code
Bipolar 'cause I'm nice with a mean flow
Always fuckin' the beat, high on libido
Screamin' "Fuck you" like CeeLo
Nigga, the way SAND on the beat be like San Bernardino (Fire)