Swayze Freestyle

[Produced by 1O1 Beats]

[Verse]
There was nothing really wrong with me, them niggas were just hateful
I get news of their loved ones dying and I feel grateful
I’m not playing devil’s advocate, I’m more like Satan’s angel
Witnessing the Karma unfolding from all angles
If you cumming for just money, then, bitch, I’m gon’ leave you
All this idle shit got me psychotic and feeling evil
I had to slide to the booth, get it booming like a speaker
I’m expressing myself, this doesn’t include a feature
My mind want sеx, but the cock won’t flex
‘Cause antidеpressants affect performance
And fucking up myself is a fetish, I’m soulless
In the world, tryna find my place, I’m homeless
I’m still making movies, I’m zooming and focused
And I still smoke the Hootie wit’ hoochies that blow fish
Yeah, they eating cat, how sick is that?
I like my bitch peanut butter like I’m Peter Pan
Yeah, I cheated on this woman and I don’t even care
And when she asked me if I love her, I said, “Who is that?”
Yeah, I know she hate me, but she love the dick
‘Cause when I’m angry and depressed, it get her coochie wet
I’m eating out designer pussy, I need a Gucci napkin
All these niggas full of passion, semi-autos blastin’
And if you trappin’ for the money, don’t get caught lacking
Don’t be another dead nigga tagged on a caption
Still spittin’ all that shit that they can’t imagine
Breakfast lines, crunch time, nigga, who’s Cap’n?
And I don’t care if you need fill-ups, ‘cause I’m not gassin’
I really sound like Nas when I’m feeling nasty
My foundation’s on sand, but I’m building castles
I’m a slave to the rhythm, but got all the masters
I’m fishing in the lake of fire for that Holy mackerel
I’m tryna make it as a sinner, who still got compassion?
Nevertheless, I’m getting more, I don’t do subtraction
And the paper always gonna show you what the math is
My hood nigga in the court look like Judge Mathis
Suit tailored like Khalifa, and he sporting glasses
Ima ball in this game like it’s two minutes left
If you moving like James, Ima shoot like Steph
Niggas want the Hall of Fame, they don’t even exist
He really tried to get it quick, but he still ain’t shit, yeah
I wake up every morning, think about death
Not necessarily myself, just them
Every nigga know I gotta be the best
Whether laying down the hottest records or playing chef
I got some revenge, now I started up a trend
Fuck niggas stay falling short from loose ends
And if an old bitch stressin’ my new bitch
I’ll pay the masseuse to soothe her smooth skin
Uh, there’s more to life than chasing dollars
So why do I want gold chains and gold watches?
They all want me to rock a shock collar
In case a nigga spit that shit that’s hard to swallow
Middle of the day, I stay a role model
But when it gets late, I’m faded on four bottles
Nothing Like The Radio bangin’ at full throttle
Prepare to be scared of the shit that will follow
Uh, tell me why am I doing this
Subjecting all these niggas to the truest shit
I did geometry with the new figures
Me and your money ain’t congruent, is it?
I prove ‘em all wrong, they said I won’t last
I recycled all the sand in my hourglass
Dust to dust, ashes to ash
I pray I’m smoked out when a nigga pass
The hard drugs got her crazy
I said, “You looking for love”, she said, “Sedate me”
Really, none of these women could ever claim me
Plenty more Demi Moores ‘ill call me ‘Swayze’
Go get a pack, flip that, then circle back
Making 180s in life will get you half
Working hard for low wages’ not where it’s at
Cutty fix ‘em up with the good like Breaking Bad
I got no problem showing love from afar
Just know I ain’t gon’ always pick up your call
Sometimes I gotta let y’all know what you lost
Sometimes I gotta let y’all sit with the bars, nigga
And I gotta take my time if I do give a fuck
On the Grey Goose, but I’m really Scrooge McDuck
I’ll be swimming in that money ‘cause I can’t get enough