Lil Wayne, Drake - B.B. King Freestyle lyrics

Ayy, the blues is now kickin'
And dinner is three Michelin
I don't eat red meat
But still got beef sizzlin'
Know that I need discipline
I keep singin' for all these hoes
They keep listenin'
Niggas love to bro up with
The boy and dap fists-es
But we are not equivalent, dawg
I been an only child, don't need siblings
And I'm past them like the
Times that he's livin' in, okay
Man, if you saw what I
Flew here, you'd be like, "He's sickenin'"
If you not runnin' some top
We not gon' keep kickin' it
Classics, I keep scribblin'
Lights in the Universal building
Just keep flickerin'
Money just keep comin' in
You would think I'm Irish the
Way that it stays doublin'
I could feed a country with the
Tax that I pay governments
Whatеver they're doin' with my
Cash is vеry troublin'
Okay, February came around
I used to get paid shovelin'
Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me
I stay hustlin' when it came to school
There's no way that I'm A-plus-in' it
So I just dropped out of it, trust me
I'm not proud of it
Niggas get too comfy in they spot
They get knocked out of it
Niggas get a gun just so they
Can make props out of it
Shawty make a scene in the house
She get locked out of it
Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in
This bitch with kicked feet up
I'ma make you bounce out this
Ho like Big Freedia pete O used to throw a
Purple tint on a two-liter
First private plane I ever
Rode was a eight-seater before that
I got the bedroom hot with a space heater
On top of that, I didn't have
Shit to my name either, that's real
But now I'm givin' house tours 'til
It's back to world tours
Play that "Mask Off" when they
Find the real cure
I might not be good for her
But I'm real to her got no time for her
But give Richard Mille to her
That's the only way I know
How to express love my dawgs love sticks and
Drums like they Questlove
All them jokes about Aubrey, they
Got me messed up, for real
I come with a lot of complications inside me
It's always people misleadin' me that
Are tryna guide me everyone wants to try me
But no one wants to buy me
Everyone wants to meet me
But no one wants to keep me
Everyone talkin' lemons when
Everything is peachy
Everyone got they hands out
And it ain't to reach me

Mhm, yeah, mhm everyone got they glass out
Let's drink to Weezy
Every nigga that stare me down
Just came to see me
Choppin' up a lil' cash cow
That's steak I'm eatin' check deposit's
High-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic, I talk intelligent
Text Ebonics the electronic guitars whinin'
That's just Nirvana
Tommy gun on the counter, I call it Mr thomas
That'll keep niggas honest
I'm dozin' off in the driver seat
'cause the seat give massages
Decimal point money
These numbers too steep for commas
I'm eye to eye with niggas
I can't help but to see beyond 'em
Got a two-seater problem
Niggas thinkin' they cold
I knock the flu-season out 'em
Bitches forget they hoes
And that's when Tunechi remind 'em
I used to fuck Gucci models
I'm fuckin' Gucci designers
I keep it too G regardless
I'm gettin' too deep for divers
Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose
She especially curvy, bet she
Be servin' every purpose, perfect
I'm better than perfect, I'm sick
I need to see a medical person
Eatin' all of these rappers
With these edible verses
All I gotta be is all that I can possibly
She really, really into me
Then suck it all up out of me
I'm proud of me, I don't
Know how to be sorry, apologies
You fuckin' with my math
You better know some trigonometry
'Cause I'ma be bustin'
Leave your lima bean at your mama feet
I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes
They say I'm trippin'
I guess they wishin' I finally fall
I don't need war
I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours
I'ma need more
Niggas is shifty like Honda Accords
Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings
We climbin' the walls higher than yours
I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms
Lion has roared
No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth
Holla at your boy