Pak-Man - Soka Freestyle lyrics
[Pak-Man - Soka Freestyle lyrics]
Yeah I'm back again in the zone
If you've got a problem bring a chrome
Don't bring a phone
I ain't screaming out a set
I rep this ting alone
Now I'm back for the crown
Sitting in the throne
I feel I ought to take charge
I had this shit on smash since '48 Bars'
Cut from a different cloth
Rappers they ain't like me
The scene's going dead
I'm giving the game life G
And you don't wanna war Pak
Get more than your neck snapped
And your jaw cracked
Tell a rapper "Jump off the
Bridge" if you're whack
I was getting rap money bеfore rap
I could cop a spaceship beforе Stryder
Hazey really handles his job, a sure rider
One's a nine man, other's a four-fiver
Just to settle the score like four fivers
All my bruddas ready to draw if you're hyper
Pushing out the white, got the whore
They sure like her
Old school money man, I can get a boy touched
Shooters hit a boy up
I don't need a gun in hand
Inside or outside
You really shouldn't boast in jail
Eating good
Dauphinoise potatoes with my roasted quail
This is no jokes, this is no Chapelle
Snitches got my bruddas locked up
They can go to Hell
Homo thugs talking bout butt raping
Chop every finger off once I duct tape him
It's my own fault that
I shouldn't trust pagans
If you ain't riding with God
You must trust Satan
Man never took my manhood wallahi
They're just talking bout it
It's kinda frustrating
You best go everywhere with your gun
This beef ain't over, it's barely begun
Parking up carelessly, I'm there at your drum
You'll get shot in your chest
It might tear through a lung
They'll have you on an operating table
Levels dropping fast
Doctor gotta get him stable
His chest got a hole like a bagel
I wouldn't sign off my soul to a label
Like Margz said, I might let the feezy sky
Pull up on a block in a Mark 6 GTI
Hottie in the passenger
I was just breezing by
You were just an amateur, make it look easy I
Wasn't destined for fame
I was destined for greatness
Stop stressing my name
I done got beef, I ain't tryna pick bones
No rentals, all my whips owned
You've never met a real G
Who got a brick home
All he does is sit alone
All day and switch phones
If you've got a problem bring a chrome
Don't bring a phone
I ain't screaming out a set
I rep this ting alone
Now I'm back for the crown
Sitting in the throne
I feel I ought to take charge
I had this shit on smash since '48 Bars'
Cut from a different cloth
Rappers they ain't like me
The scene's going dead
I'm giving the game life G
And you don't wanna war Pak
Get more than your neck snapped
And your jaw cracked
Tell a rapper "Jump off the
Bridge" if you're whack
I was getting rap money bеfore rap
I could cop a spaceship beforе Stryder
Hazey really handles his job, a sure rider
One's a nine man, other's a four-fiver
Just to settle the score like four fivers
All my bruddas ready to draw if you're hyper
Pushing out the white, got the whore
They sure like her
Old school money man, I can get a boy touched
Shooters hit a boy up
I don't need a gun in hand
Inside or outside
You really shouldn't boast in jail
Eating good
Dauphinoise potatoes with my roasted quail
This is no jokes, this is no Chapelle
Snitches got my bruddas locked up
They can go to Hell
Homo thugs talking bout butt raping
Chop every finger off once I duct tape him
It's my own fault that
I shouldn't trust pagans
If you ain't riding with God
You must trust Satan
Man never took my manhood wallahi
They're just talking bout it
It's kinda frustrating
You best go everywhere with your gun
This beef ain't over, it's barely begun
Parking up carelessly, I'm there at your drum
You'll get shot in your chest
It might tear through a lung
They'll have you on an operating table
Levels dropping fast
Doctor gotta get him stable
His chest got a hole like a bagel
I wouldn't sign off my soul to a label
Like Margz said, I might let the feezy sky
Pull up on a block in a Mark 6 GTI
Hottie in the passenger
I was just breezing by
You were just an amateur, make it look easy I
Wasn't destined for fame
I was destined for greatness
Stop stressing my name
I done got beef, I ain't tryna pick bones
No rentals, all my whips owned
You've never met a real G
Who got a brick home
All he does is sit alone
All day and switch phones