Nick Grant - Nick Grant Freestyle (2017) | LA Leakers Freestyle #012 lyrics

I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe
I guess the rap game's 'bout
Who flex the most
All these funny niggas with cloudy
Jewelry at these award shows was never rich
But dropping gems to poor souls
Tap a super model
She bound to need Morse code
Screaming with my head in her box
It ain't a Vogue pose
God's favorite, a public enemy
Love my women in all flavors
If I made it, we all made it
'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em
But I'm just me
I never claim to be the toughest
Ain't gotta tell fake dope stories
For you to love 'em
Blood rushing like when a Russian
Is hugging a Kalashnikov
Busting, cousin used to tease me
Call me crack baby
Tell 'em nothing changed, still dope, baby
Lately, I ain't for the monkey shit
Shooters with banana clips, dumping 'em
Catching 'em slipping and peel 'em up
At the family function and
Tell me who I'm up against, I run this shit
Nigga, the only thing could kill a
Legend is a double dish
Ride on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya
You know I snuck the thing in
This bitch just like a foreigner
Pay no mind, it's no biggy
But shit I'm warning ya
The way I ball gon' make a nigga cornier
Tell the coroners "come", baby
There's been a murder
Never was underrated, nigga, I'm unheard of
You outta line like you ain't
Got a lotta drive fuck around and clash with
Some niggas you idolize
Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of pride
Got my mama's eyes
From the ghetto, I'm traumatized
Where I lie confined as I watch my demons
Ménage screaming "I'm alive"
Life is a freak
I put faith in this lady marmalade
I just sign on the dotted line
It's for rappers who look
Like they get sodomized, you outta time
Hold up, OK, I'm back in business
Will never slack
I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders
Who would have known
The underworld was filled
With Master Splinters
Life is a bitch, my biggest distraction
The baddest women
My momma told me, nigga, focus on academics
I'm pistol touting
The biggest bang could slap a chemist
I'm Maury Povich
Momma crying 'cause daddy missing
I'm back with vengeance
The label gave me no rapper image
I'm too authentic
I'm too much for the avid listener
The Baptist sinner
Stick up niggas like Robin Givens
I'm from the city, they blow our brains
We optimistic
I'm dropping wisdom, no competition
The hottest nigga
I'm riding Phantom, with your bitch
That's a goblin visit
I went from no pot to piss in
To a pile of dishes
It feel like I'm Pac's apprentice
With a pinch of Catholicism
The modern Jigga
The Nas mixed with the album Thriller
You dancing with the stars
The cosmos are out of rhythm
These niggas hating
My patience thin as these model bitches
I balls out my cash straight
I'm Skyler Diggins
Balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it
I'm hotter then a lot of niggas, fuck it
All them niggas
I'm going nuts, George Carver, nigga
Pause a nigga
Fresh like a Harlem nigga, man
What's wrong with niggas
Tell your baby momma she should
Call an awesome nigga ferrari Spider
Shit look like it's just crawling nigga
I'm the man
Did that shit with no father figure
My shooter Cole with the
Tommy like watching Martin, nigga
I'm so for real, my jokes are deep
The sharks will giggle
I'm talking riddles, the game's a jungle
I'm Robin Williams
What's poppin' nigga we eating
It's time to starve them niggas
LA leakers, what's poppin'
It's time to starve them niggas
If niggas won't somke we gon
We the coffin, nigga, bam