Tag Time Freestyle

[Part I]

[Intro]
Swans
Ayy, TB, run that
Ski 'dem live

[Verse 1]
We hitting BMs and we send them to their baby fathers (Live)
I got enough on my plate
New woosh needs sweets, it's causing hella drama (Muh)
The day it lands, we gon' tes' it, send a message to them man
We'll be comin' after, cook it up like Benihana's (Baow)
I'm gettin' money, but that's nothin' new
Life's a game of chess, so why you niggas making checkers moves? (Huh?)
But let me tell you what you never knew
Man, I used to drill up on the opps, so I could scorе more than twenty-two (Twenty-two)
But, morе time, he was with me, it got gritty in the city
Go ask how he was coming through (Nyoom)
And them niggas never slid back (Nope), and that's big facts
Personally, I think them man are shook or never had a clue (True)
Try take my chain, the headline gon' be, "A rapper just upped it, and buss it"
Picture that on the news (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
Ain't wifin' Insta' hoes (Nope), but we puttin' pipe in their mouth
Pretty girl, I never knew that you can play the flute (Haha, *KMT*)
Too bad, attitude on 2Pac
Only time that we shoot back, 'cah we shot first, and they bust back (Muh)
Big trip, no cheap shit, and it's stuck on me like Blu-Tack (Brr)
Your man's died 'cah he left without it
Why the fuck would Ski lack? (Why?)
They questionin' my loyalty, like, "How you make a song with Russ?"
Most of these opinions comes from niggas that ain't ever clutched (Never)
Catch man and mess it up, splash man, wet it up
I know you killed my niggas, when we see them man, it's up and stuck (Bap, bap)

[Outro]
And this is for all the tweakers, all the gossipers
All the street niggas puttin' in work, or, not
Hear me out 'cah I realised, everyone's got a opinion
Ain't no verbal gettin' to man
We got a mission to complete, only real niggas understand
The dead was dissed on both sides, but, we ain't gonna get into all of that
Rock with a ski or not
Ask about, I ain't duckin' no action

[Part II]

[Intro]
Swans
Mac
Always fired up (Fired up)
Live

[Verse 2]
Ski, I put the glee in the streets
I share my racks when they do it for me (Woo)
I always rap 'bout Skii Demon 'cah the demon love pepper this beef (Woo)
I wanna know why Syikes still broke
And I really wanna know how she fit in them jeans (Yuck, yuck)
YuckYuck ain't spilt no juice, but he goes on the beats like he live in the streets (Ha)
Yo, baby you're good, let's roll (Go)
Uptown, and I'll tek you home (Woo)
Bedroom bully, the pum pum goody, missionary if I grip her throat
She gave her heart, and I gave her leg
I wanted head, I hit and I go (Mm-mm)
Had a long one at age 15, chopped that down, and I let that go (Mm-mm)
Hold on, who's that? A1, boot that
Rap boy from West love to talk too bad (Ha)
Took a pic' with Fred' and they got upset, I don't even know why, you hardly knew man (*KMT*)
Said you was in your cell chattin' to my old girl
I'm so confused, you're lyin' to fans
One thing that I know, if I twerk and rap, Harlem gon' deffo de-recruit man (Woo)
She went on a visit, I know
But you lot was friends, you was lil bro (Ha)
I will never talk on your name again if you can name three of the opps you soaked
Them **** or **** or the two's get round
All three of them blocks, know I let man go (Muh)
Skii 'dem wild, all the G 'dem vouch
Caught ****, foreign bro let him go (Facts)

[Part III]

[Intro]
Swans
Jxy Humble got beatz, baby
TConthetrack

[Chorus]
Get rich, go to jail, or you dyin'
I know you can hear the sirens
Survival of the fittest, I keep try-yin', in'
Get rich, go to jail, or you dyin'
I know you can hear the sirens
Survival of the fittest, I keep try-yin', in'

[Verse 3]
Yeah, goin' hard for the dargs, and they can vouch for that
Yeah, and LD introduced me to that lean, it brought my motion back
Survivour's guilt, my niggas dyin' every year, I'm scarred
How did Migo die just a hour before I buried Warz?
Hey, Lord, I've been tryin', can you hear me?
See them snakes in disguise, don't let them near me
Had a dream 'bout SA, I miss him dearly
Every movie's gotta end, my life's a series

[Chorus]
Get rich, go to jail, or you dyin'
I know you can hear the sirens
Survival of the fittest, I keep try-yin', in'
Get rich, go to jail, or you dyin'
I know you can hear the sirens
Survival of the fittest, I keep try-yin', in'