Sparring (Freestyle)

[Freestyle Verse]
I'll never be inside a bubble
I'ma keep flying until the only way to see me is to rent the hubble
Bubble of course, is gravitational force that keeps me from falling and getting back on the horse, but that ain't me
And I'ma keep it positive yea cuz c'est la vie
I live in the trees accompanied by Ocean breeze
And we searching for happiness it's been said I got the key
Take it from me, if I'm an A then you a D
And its law I decree, that I'll be raps new king
I'm practicing hard like Kobe for coming for that 6th ring
I'm sure you believe that you're the next big thing
I think not it's my spot, now move aside
I'm coming by you need a ride, just hop inside, and we can slide
What if I told you that this was it
Skinny white boy, that likes to spit
But every time he think about he gotta admit
It ain't so easy when you're tryna beat the average
So I start my mission, leave my residence, thinking how can I get some dead presidents today
Is it okay, to move away and think about your old problems looking over the bay
New problems, I could count on one hand
As my feet sink into the sand, I know that one day I'll be a family man but besides that shit I ain't making no plans
I'm chillin', on my hero shit, no villain
Innovation shit no stealing
Peace, love, respect but I'm killing the game
I never expect to be feeling the same as I once was
Now I'm trying to get some buzz, smoke a sack of dope homie just cuz
I'm young, I'm just trying to have some fun
Looking at my girl chilling under the sun
Like, look where we came from
And this is my life
Never mistake it for yours, I ain't satisfied with nothing
Yea I gotta get more, trying to open my mind
Extra terrestrial rhyme, opening new dimensions
Many seek never find, it's fine
I got some extra let me cover you
Don't get it twisted you can't do this man the shit'll smother you, it's true
I ain't you, I ain't doing what you do
I ain't crazy, I ain't lazy, I don't copy, paste, redo
Get a clue, and I'm chilling with my homies playing taboo
Talking shit see karma coming back to bitch slap you
Like a knife just back stabbed you
Like a tiger attacked you
Like the needle on your skin, when you're getting tattooed
I ain't never coming at you head on
I'ma let you do your thing shoot yourself in your own arm
Cuz it's based off of phony bologna, its the same song
Like the clonies that showed me how to play the game wrong
There's a price to being real it's feeling evident
Work, to make sure your shit is eminent
This is fulfilling prerequisites, to my major, my shit is major, put down your wager
I am your favorite flavor, you need to savor
Do your neighbor a favor, take your paper and your hater behavior and hit it with an eraser before you meet your fucking maker, man my shit could go for acres and this shit my second nature
Two for three Gatorade, zigzags, cash back
Drop some money on a big bag
Roll it up, pack a bowl, pock your poison
Let your mind go baby girl don't avoid it
Exploit it, sober life is annoyance
Hook you motherfuckers like a buoyant, white boy reference
I had to make it known I fronting, what I am is what I show
Yea this life is what I know