President T - WORKR8 Freestyle lyrics
[President T - WORKR8 Freestyle lyrics]
I said we are the best, yeh
I ain’t gotta go Brum or Manny to prove it
I was like, I was like old skool brudda
Swing, solved, move it we are the best
I ain’t gotta lie to my fans to get any love
When push comes to shove
I was like, I was like
Hit him up with a bear hug
And then start to squeeze
They were like, they were like
Talking breeze
I was like, I was like, sitting with Alicia
But it weren’t Keys
She’s just fucking with a nigga for the Ps
All these goons wanna talk
About wifes and beats
But they don’t really know about
The birds and the bees
They get a hundred kill off killies
I said, nobody runs these streets
If anyone did then I never knew
Back in Meridian, I had a crew
Everyone six foot tall and they
Rolled with a dezzy
They were like, somebody slow down Prezzy
I was like, nobody can, sorry, nobody could
Draw for the garden spade and a plank of wood
Then I went KFC
What did I order, wing and a fries
Somebody tell these guys
I said, what did I order? Breast and a chips
Said they got nines
Funny how I can’t see clips
When I got mine, they were like flies
I said… but I weren’t doing up zips
Take off me, nah, must be a dream
Give cats the food, must be a fiend i said
There’s not an MC that could get
To my level of stripes
I was like, "I’m off the level of snipes!"
B-M, Mercedes, yeah I’ve got types
I’ve got an African friend who said, "yeah
I’ve got swipes"
What’s he gonna get? Pair of Nikes
I don’t wanna send for the strally
That I bought off a pair of dykes
When trouble ignites
I know man that are scared of heights
That’ll skip to the side and
Lock off your lights
Kill off killy! Stranger returns
President T excites
I ain’t gotta go Brum or Manny to prove it
I was like, I was like old skool brudda
Swing, solved, move it we are the best
I ain’t gotta lie to my fans to get any love
When push comes to shove
I was like, I was like
Hit him up with a bear hug
And then start to squeeze
They were like, they were like
Talking breeze
I was like, I was like, sitting with Alicia
But it weren’t Keys
She’s just fucking with a nigga for the Ps
All these goons wanna talk
About wifes and beats
But they don’t really know about
The birds and the bees
They get a hundred kill off killies
I said, nobody runs these streets
If anyone did then I never knew
Back in Meridian, I had a crew
Everyone six foot tall and they
Rolled with a dezzy
They were like, somebody slow down Prezzy
I was like, nobody can, sorry, nobody could
Draw for the garden spade and a plank of wood
Then I went KFC
What did I order, wing and a fries
Somebody tell these guys
I said, what did I order? Breast and a chips
Said they got nines
Funny how I can’t see clips
When I got mine, they were like flies
I said… but I weren’t doing up zips
Take off me, nah, must be a dream
Give cats the food, must be a fiend i said
There’s not an MC that could get
To my level of stripes
I was like, "I’m off the level of snipes!"
B-M, Mercedes, yeah I’ve got types
I’ve got an African friend who said, "yeah
I’ve got swipes"
What’s he gonna get? Pair of Nikes
I don’t wanna send for the strally
That I bought off a pair of dykes
When trouble ignites
I know man that are scared of heights
That’ll skip to the side and
Lock off your lights
Kill off killy! Stranger returns
President T excites