Zucchini Bread (Freestyle)

Feel like I’m doing it all alone, tats on my collarbone
I’m in the whip playing smooth jazz, Karl Malone
Baby don’t call my phone, I’m tryna write these songs
I don’t need nobody to tell me when I’m right or wrong
I’m tortellini fed, she made zucchini bread
I ate so much that I can’t fuck so I just need some head
The best 8 Mile-bred rapper, no actor
I’m rapping circles 'round these niggas cause I’m so active
This is just practice, I don’t eat no catfish
Baked salmon that’s it, I’m feelin' good as a bitch
My future wife is 30 something with her own business
I make her breakfast often but I don’t do no dishes
(yeah)
Feel like I’m doing it all alone, I know you know it’s on
I don't politic with you niggas 'cause I’m fucking grown
I flew to Denver just so I could ball like Mike Malone
At the Pepsi Center VIP I’m getting blown
Got it on my own, nobody wrote my songs
It’s Jermtown I don't know what these other niggas on
(yeah)
I need that Wang$ap tape, niggas gon' bang that
I flew to live in a city where niggas bang at
I don’t do that, this a classic LA hat
I’m outta this world, we don't live on the same map

Feel like I, I did it all alone
These boys are fucking clones
Even when I’m low I’m flyer than a fucking drone
All of my house plants are looking good and doing well
I wake up every morning listening to Adele
Palo Santo in the crib, she recognized the smell