Spitter 4 Freestyle

Talk free and shock G’s, time’s on my side
Raised in San Andreas, fuck Ballaz till I die
The only affiliation we would publicize
Tell Hass and Moe, Issa homicide
Don’t do sweet gossip, my tea tasting bitter
Teacher called me tafla so I became a spitter

I really like to bring those
Opinions to string home
Like Dominicans in swing pose
No different than misdo
Demeanor in the ether
I fill these features
Breathing a cold world but the streets have reached a
Fever pitch
Didn’t believe in the meager pitch
The kept telling me to dim my pedigree so they continue feeling rich
Keep being a medium sequel piece of shit
So these losers don’t feel salty when you’re leaving quick
But I gotta go
I knocked the flow
Then dropped the door
Cropped the score
Light on my toes
All I do is sock and sore
Keep your ideas, cause the light here, out to go, let’s see what KC has got in store