Taste (Freestyle)

[Verse 1: Cee]

Fuck a Tyga, I’m a lion widdit/
When I get a little taste of the fame, I’m Mariah widdit/
Get a bag and retire widdit/
Come back with a whole new vibe, through the wire widdit/
Hit the booth, run a mile in it/
Visualize, manifest, realize not a sky limit/
Universe guiding, we align widdit/
Taking every motherfucking opp as a sign widdit/
I’ma get it, I’ma motherfucking shine widdit/
Killing every part of me that feelin’ like “quit it”/
I’m alive, spit it, I’ma die living/
I’ma thrive widdit, and expire winning/
Listen, all I really got is time widdit/
I’m just tryina get a seed and a white picket/
Wifey is a boss, she a G widdit/
G5, G-Wagon, getting Gs with her/
Ay, we be headed overseas widdit/
Getting love in the finest wineries widdit/
Sippin’ Pinot off the lees widdit/
Eating shrimp with the stars in Burgundy under trees widdit/
We a fuckin’ power couple, y’all believe widdit/
I can’t set foot up in a brewery/
Without a motherfucker stepping to me, tryina cheese widdit/
It’s all love, pour it up, shoot the breeze with ‘em/
Chop it up, hit the haze widdit/
See ya face through a fucking IPA, I ain’t play widdit/
Numbers up, we done came widdit/
Talk shit, I’ma see you, catch a motherfucking fade widdit/
We done really changed the game widdit/
Gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch, don’t forget the name widdit/
All I’m seeing is they pussy ass complain widdit/
While my team, we hit the motherfucking plane widdit, listen

[Verse 2: Cee]
Fuck a label, self made, no co-sign/
Only master in the mirror, and I own mine/
When Relentless touch down, I’ma hold time/
TMF turn this bitch to a gold mine/
Every bar is a cold line/
Move plays and playlists into plaques, yeah the whole nine/
Y’all just gimme 6 seconds like an old Vine/
I’ma show you music with a soul can be so fire/
Anybody tell you different, it’s a bold lie/
Homogenized rap shit, man I roll by/
Attention is the currency for trolls right/
Never spitting, they just beefing on the phone live/
New rap kinda cool, issa whole vibe/
I ain’t never really had a problem, keep close ties/
I be bumpin’ 6ix9ine, sipping mulled wine/
Brie and dried meat, right, beach side, low tide/
Listen, straight bars, I’m about the business/
Product of the 90s, but never vintage/
I’m tryina get the spinach through the fuckin’ lyrics/
Do I look Scandinavian? Coz I ain't Finnish/
Yeah, back and forth like a violinist/
I’ve been studying the game like a biochemist/
I’m just tryina take the team to a higher limit/
Tryina keep the pace while we moving at a mile a minute/
Living in between the spiritual and nihilism/
Got a lot up on my shoulders like Mayan women/
One slip could erase the entire mission/
So we never let the industry deny the vision/
Ay, so the tunes like inspired dishes/
Make ‘em hot and bubble up like a fryer chicken/
What they call a freestyle just a prior written/
Man the game got a high attrition, Cee