Sway In The Morning Freestyle (2018 May 31st)

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Sometimes I wanna pack up all my shit and move into the woods and get to hiding cause I'm tired of societ-ay
The cyanide alive inside of every heart and soul and minus city life, I mean I gotta gotta get away
I swear that I was dying, life's just reincarnated
Cross-faded with silver, not kissed by Nefertiti
Was shark baited on slave ship
Lived to tell the story
I am not Raury, I am every single on before me
I'm on the shore, I'm sure to fuck your whores in categories
I know the secret
I know my genes are golden like Trojans
That's why I'm flowing til I heal the hills of Georgia
Windows aren't broken and my niggas aren't choking eachother
So I gotta move to The Woods
And I return when I learn everything is all good
And burn up a twist of the wood
And be at home on the throne man, I wish that I could
Why the fuck niggas think they can try me, I been a G nigga
I seen you imposter, you not what you pretend to be nigga
Regulate your chakra, not feeling your energy
Better pray for my enemies
It will not be the end of me
It's a...
I'm not me, I'm a better me
And I [?] put your bread and your fettucine on me
Settlements on me
I am like the doc, the medicine's on me
They say the art in moving on is in knowing what to leave behind
Leave the beat back, seat back, let the speaker knock
Sweeter fox, sweeter box, pleased to eat it off
We cannot have relations, be a queen and I
Used to have a whole in every fucking pair of single socks
Used to tote the show with a motherfucking speakerbox
Hosted over shoulder with a guitar, to car, highschool, to car, stay on the MARTA

Tree agate in my gold ring
Amethyst on the white tee
Shorty said she want a hood nigga
Then she met a nigga like me
I'll take your ass to space and back
And sage your ass
And change your ass from wings and flats
To vegan meat, I made your ass
I'll break your ass
Erase your ass
I made your ass
Replace your ass!
It's really nothing to me
I made the cash
I made me rich
I made myself from bacon bits to [?] bags
My baby rich
My lady rich
My lady wet
I know you fucking with me
She alkaline
We Lucy high
My suit is white
She Lucify
She roll her eyes
She been through hell
She speak in tongues
In heaven now

But the devil is alive in Atlanta
Pray for Atlanta
Pray that man ain't never sprayed a banana clip from the balcony
Only to defend principalities from these fake trap niggas
Chase sack niggas
Mumble on the beat but you can't rap nigga
And you could have a strap and a crew full of goons and I'll tell you to your face that you ain't that nigga

Dayumn-dayumn-dayumn
Dayumn-dayumn-dayumn