Emilio Rojas, Andy Mineo - Sway in the Morning Freestyle lyrics

Look, it’s the kid Bizzy Crook
Kid from Miami that's tryna win a Grammy
Ya' heard? 305, we outchea westside, 239
Look, this here year been in the making
Varsity jacket at freshman orientation
I deserve an early graduation
To the underdog title with overly dedication
I hated holidays ‘cause of what
My family would say though
But, I still slid through to
Get a plate though
Sitting at the table like "Auntie
Pass the potatoes"
She said "You should go to college
Be more like your cousin Pedro"
But that was back in the day though
Now my payroll’s enough to
Put Pedro on payroll this that next ish
James Bond cologne fresh ish
I’m just trying to find what’s really
Mine like a step kid


Ironically the woman I slept on I slept with
I pray they let Boosie go
Free like the death wish
I meant, Boosie free like the guest list
I pray they let Boosie go
Free like the guest list
‘Cause these rappers ain’t really hard
My homie busting credit cards
I can tell when somebody fraud
They say I sound Drake, I disagree
But ay I think your girlfriend great
She in the V and by the way I parked her
In the phantom across the street
And I treat her like the phantom
Turn her on without the key
Me, I’m from the burbs but
I do it for the slums
Flying women from my city to
Remember where I’m from brain like that
How you gonna tell her that she dumb?
See, I had an open crib so
I try to make her cum

Andy Mineo, 116, check
Rappers like some Jordans
They gave us the same thing
And still we went and bought ‘em
In this cold world, they looking so stunned
Call ‘em Steve Austin
When they found out my clique sell tix
No Boston
Live shows awesome, 20’s all it cost ‘em
To watch ‘em go off and
Put microphones in the coffin
It’s awful, state of Hip-Hop was boys all in
Man it’s time to make your boys
Sit down like Stephen Hawking
We riding for the cause and we got no shame
Like Ricky Ross with his shirt off, huh!
No chains, just beads like it’s Mardi Gras
And they think I’m taking shots
Like I’m at the bar
Chirping like I locked the car alarm, nah
So I sound like that Jewish rapper, huh?
Mazel tov i don’t got writer’s block
The opposite problem
I don’t know when to stop so
I just keep on jotting
Delilahs tryna pick my locks
And get it poppin the white boy nice
Yeah he on his John Stockton stop it
Talking at them shorties like he cool
I bet you don’t want your daughter to end
Up with some dude just like you
Uh, and rappers got a manhood problem
I swear they just a bunch of grown
Boys with facial hair
Blaspheming God with the lungs
That He gave oxygen he will not be mocked
Don’t you remember Sodom, man?
Back up and give me two feet like an ottoman
It’s obvious I’m out of your
League like Jackie Robinson
Fake studio thugs been talking
About their llamas
When the only eagle you seen
Throwing bullets was Donovan
Santo, Gloria, Dios is what I’m hollering
I’m uptown, Washington Heights
My fam palian yeah
Some rappers got a new god flow
But my God reign forever
Go ahead and get your poncho
Money coming in so labels wanna advance us
You know what I tell ‘em yo?
They ain’t got no chances
Thirty thousand in the first week
Don’t understand us
You know what I tell ‘em Sway?
They ain’t got the answers!

Yo, I did more in two years
Than most dudes did in ten
I’m Apu in the booth, thank you, come again
Bada bing, bada boom, drop the beat
I’m going in
Fish scale in they pipe, fish scale in my pen
I done did a lot of dirt
And never been to jail
I thank god but I don’t think
He want me in his trails
If I don’t make it to Heaven, oh well
I’mma just be the hottest
Motherfucker in Hell
See, I rep that Queens, you rep your shook
You might slip
Dodge these balls but catch this hook
You was breaking jaws
Breaking laws but now I’m breaking records
Breaking yours
Eating good but I’m taking seconds
Like extra, extra, read all about it
You can’t talk New York
And I’m not the topic, stop it
Thinking you gon’ make a profit
That’s word to B-I
See I don’t see eye to eye with you
You fake, I’m true, those raps
Doo doo, you call, who knew?
Blood diamonds, suwoo, my pockets, puku
You girl plus me, choo choo
Mind right, money right, ready for whatever
Make green despite these niggas who’s jealous
Did it by myself
Ain’t shit niggas could tell us
Outfit so fly
It should’ve came with propellers
My kind is becoming extinct
Looking for the competition
But that cease to exist, don’t say I’m nice
Just say I’m the shhh
Nice guys finish last except for Will Smith
Like ay Queens

Listen, Balenciaga boss, I ain’t gotta talk
Actions speak louder than words
That’s why you quiet for
You a rider, I know what you be riding on
You on borrowed time like the fab
Five in the final four
I am better than everybody that’s out
I can’t be the one
Leaving anybody with doubts
I ran the city with people that are clowns
All of my people, I keep ‘em around
All of my haters, I give ‘em a pound
‘Cause they sensitive, temperament
Got me trying to censor this
In the middle of criminals hoping to
Get a legitimate business in
No minimum wage
Nah they be giving them minimal sentences
If they gonna live in a cage
Well then they family gonna live better ergh
My incentive is to keep my people wealthy
Eating, organic, I keep my people healthy
Leaking, Titanic, them freaky women love me
Find out I’m up in art
Galleries up in Chelsea
Ah, what the hell you mean I ain’t nice?
I’m lightning and striking twice
Exciting as every vice
I got you begging me for your life
Until your knees looking like they from
The Passion of the Christ, right?
Uptown, double bags, half price
The same damn block that them D’s pass by
Life a crap shoot
We rolling them stacked dice
I don’t need no last bar, we out