Oliver Francis - Hanz Freestyle lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Hanz Freestyle lyrics]
Yo
Yo
Ayy, been at this shit for a minute
I've been runnin' with the same
Dudes since the beginning
Homie, y'all need to listen
Your favorite rappers is mad soft
Twistin' up the spliff, I hit that
Shit and I blast off
Yeah
Ooh, if I was you I'd be jealous
Got that pretty boy swagger
I feel like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Now there ain't shit you can tell us
We sippin' drinks wit' umbrellas
I had enough of y'all emissions, I
Pull up in the Tesla
Ayy
Way that I been spittin' dope, bitch
You can bag it up
Tell these label A&R's to ease the
Fuck up off my nuts
Ain't signing shit 'cause they ain't
Payin' what I'm due
I'm just tryna kick a rap without
No one to answer to
Yeah
All my life
I thought that all I wanted was some clout
Turns out that I just wanted
Somebody to hear me out
Now I'm stuck in a car underwater
And I can't get out
Screamin', "What the fuck
Can anybody out there hear me now?"
Yo, so now I gots to lay my armor down
Spit some real shit
Sit on the couch and blaze another ounce
My homies and my family best believe
That I'ma hold 'em down
You find us in Miami with Baby
And we be rollin' loud
This shit is more than punchlines
This my real life
I'm in some Polo Ralph Lauren
Lookin' real nice
I was broke as fuck, homie, you gotta realize
I kept my eyes on the prize
And I made this shit mine
Ooh, we smokin' dope in the Civic
I make a beat, I grab the mic
And then I proceed to kill it
I'm just a regular dude, more than a vibe
It's the truth
I got a habit for spendin' my
Cash on Polo and shoes
This for the kids who go and
Turn their bedroom into a stu'
You know I am and I will always
Be a kid just like you
Yeah, I remember feelin' stuck
Was all alone in my room
Would always stay up late as fuck and
Then I wake up at noon
But we the new school, SoundCloud and YouTube
Hard to find your truth
Everybody want confuse you
I been tryna walk a righteous path
Spark the blunt and flick the ash
Turkey bag full of gas
You might see me blowin' past in that
Mercedes Benz, bitch, I copped it myself
I ain't got no mommy daddy money
Ain't had no help
Fuck all that Gucci and Balenciaga
I rock the Ralph
Man y'all keep tryna be each
Other, I'ma just be myself
Yo
Yo
Ayy, been at this shit for a minute
I've been runnin' with the same
Dudes since the beginning
Homie, y'all need to listen
Your favorite rappers is mad soft
Twistin' up the spliff, I hit that
Shit and I blast off
Yeah
Ooh, if I was you I'd be jealous
Got that pretty boy swagger
I feel like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Now there ain't shit you can tell us
We sippin' drinks wit' umbrellas
I had enough of y'all emissions, I
Pull up in the Tesla
Ayy
Way that I been spittin' dope, bitch
You can bag it up
Tell these label A&R's to ease the
Fuck up off my nuts
Ain't signing shit 'cause they ain't
Payin' what I'm due
I'm just tryna kick a rap without
No one to answer to
Yeah
All my life
I thought that all I wanted was some clout
Turns out that I just wanted
Somebody to hear me out
Now I'm stuck in a car underwater
And I can't get out
Screamin', "What the fuck
Can anybody out there hear me now?"
Yo, so now I gots to lay my armor down
Spit some real shit
Sit on the couch and blaze another ounce
My homies and my family best believe
That I'ma hold 'em down
You find us in Miami with Baby
And we be rollin' loud
This shit is more than punchlines
This my real life
I'm in some Polo Ralph Lauren
Lookin' real nice
I was broke as fuck, homie, you gotta realize
I kept my eyes on the prize
And I made this shit mine
Ooh, we smokin' dope in the Civic
I make a beat, I grab the mic
And then I proceed to kill it
I'm just a regular dude, more than a vibe
It's the truth
I got a habit for spendin' my
Cash on Polo and shoes
This for the kids who go and
Turn their bedroom into a stu'
You know I am and I will always
Be a kid just like you
Yeah, I remember feelin' stuck
Was all alone in my room
Would always stay up late as fuck and
Then I wake up at noon
But we the new school, SoundCloud and YouTube
Hard to find your truth
Everybody want confuse you
I been tryna walk a righteous path
Spark the blunt and flick the ash
Turkey bag full of gas
You might see me blowin' past in that
Mercedes Benz, bitch, I copped it myself
I ain't got no mommy daddy money
Ain't had no help
Fuck all that Gucci and Balenciaga
I rock the Ralph
Man y'all keep tryna be each
Other, I'ma just be myself
Yo