Fred Money, J.R. Writer - New Slaves Freestyle lyrics
[Fred Money, J.R. Writer - New Slaves Freestyle lyrics]
I was raised in the era when
Getting money niggas was paid off of heroin
Nowadays, they in jail or going broke
Hot as hell
That's a fact - watch you rat on they folks
I say what broke nigga raised 'em?
Where's the loyalty in this game?
Been doing ice for years
You just met David Blaine
What you want? A Rollie, cuban link
A big ring?
All these rap cats wearing the same thing
Talking this riff, but only a few change
Black whip, that's that mussain, nigga
I'm too paid
You see
There's leaders and there's followers
I'm too busy getting chips to acknowledge ya
You see
There's leaders and there's followers
I'm too busy getting chips to acknowledge ya
I'm from the era of the crack
Different level kinda rap
My competitor is wack
He can never get a track
I'm a veteran, it's evident
I'm better than you cats
Nigga better than, it's light
Thomas Edison know that
When I rap, you can tell
Little bit of Big, little bit of L
Little bit of Pac, little bit of Pun
You don't like my shit? You can go to hell
Hold up - I'm here, though
Snapping on you zeros sorry to tell you
But your favorite rapper is a weirdo
Yeah, I'm bar-for bar the best
It's the Harlem threat
Sickening, tell them God it's chess
I put the song to rest
Your lady fam said she dig it, R is fresh
Wanna take her hands and dig
In my Armani sweats keep that broad in check
Who said he wanna spar with death?
Shhhh - it's quiet when I'm on the set
Them bitches that you want
I hit 'em when I want
Getting in the jump off of Henny and a blunt
Jodeci, got my diamonds singing all at once
She know it's me
Black Mercedes sprinter in the front
Chump, look me up - ain't
No hotter with the pen
I'm dope shoot me up - I
Just got under your skin
Must be getting high thinking I
Ain't sick as him he ain't getting fly
He's just following a trend
And again, this is what you obviously lack
I'm too busy getting busy
To acknowledge you cats
Getting money niggas was paid off of heroin
Nowadays, they in jail or going broke
Hot as hell
That's a fact - watch you rat on they folks
I say what broke nigga raised 'em?
Where's the loyalty in this game?
Been doing ice for years
You just met David Blaine
What you want? A Rollie, cuban link
A big ring?
All these rap cats wearing the same thing
Talking this riff, but only a few change
Black whip, that's that mussain, nigga
I'm too paid
You see
There's leaders and there's followers
I'm too busy getting chips to acknowledge ya
You see
There's leaders and there's followers
I'm too busy getting chips to acknowledge ya
I'm from the era of the crack
Different level kinda rap
My competitor is wack
He can never get a track
I'm a veteran, it's evident
I'm better than you cats
Nigga better than, it's light
Thomas Edison know that
When I rap, you can tell
Little bit of Big, little bit of L
Little bit of Pac, little bit of Pun
You don't like my shit? You can go to hell
Hold up - I'm here, though
Snapping on you zeros sorry to tell you
But your favorite rapper is a weirdo
Yeah, I'm bar-for bar the best
It's the Harlem threat
Sickening, tell them God it's chess
I put the song to rest
Your lady fam said she dig it, R is fresh
Wanna take her hands and dig
In my Armani sweats keep that broad in check
Who said he wanna spar with death?
Shhhh - it's quiet when I'm on the set
Them bitches that you want
I hit 'em when I want
Getting in the jump off of Henny and a blunt
Jodeci, got my diamonds singing all at once
She know it's me
Black Mercedes sprinter in the front
Chump, look me up - ain't
No hotter with the pen
I'm dope shoot me up - I
Just got under your skin
Must be getting high thinking I
Ain't sick as him he ain't getting fly
He's just following a trend
And again, this is what you obviously lack
I'm too busy getting busy
To acknowledge you cats