XjohnlucasX - ”freestyle”. lyrics

Doesnt matter wats the beat
Flowin with just my voice
Rappers take a seat
Can't spit for shit so a dope
Beat is ur only choice bitches luv me
Charisma leaving these pussies moist
My mind a fucking mess
Can't go on being sober
Not studying for that test
Letting my momma down cause ima smoker
Fuck being the hero
Yeah i rather be the joker
Hoping my music gives me a full house
No poker so i can spread my message
One hit wonder
So their careers a miscarriage
Nigga ur music is not real
We know issa a disparage for the whole game
Even with cole dissing these lil rappers
It all just stays the same
Instead of pursuing happiness
They all just pursue the fame
Fucking sellouts can't hide from me i know
All of your hideouts fuck the fake
Only the real ones should make it no doubts
But these days the fake make it too
Flow so sick u might catch a flu
Just failed a class, wait, it was two
12 came, i didn't ran, wait, so high, i flew
Anti-social, yeah but that ain't nothing new
Teachers telling me i was gonna fail
Like i didn't knew shiit
Shut the fuck up, don't talk to my persona
Fakes not allowed on my ship
Yeah that nigga a jonah

Now heres Johnny
Stealing eachothers flows they a clyde
With no bonnie
I feel like im meant for greatness, yall
Should just call me mani get that?
Ur girl makes my dick harden
And i got my rockets with me
Bout to make u stepback
Fuck a plug, grow my own garden
Hit a bitch on the neck, now
Watch him fall back
Smoking medecine, got me so high
My room became a flight deck
Playboy rappers feminine
While im making plays like a quarterback
This game needs me im tom
Brady with the comeback
Bitches use to joke with me
Now they waitin for the text back
Never loved a bitch, focused on my art now
Yung boi makin plays but i
Also go for the touchdown u say u the king
Better aproach with caution cause i can make
U a king with no crown
Not ready for for the knowledge i bring
My soul not up for auction
So these labels on a nervous breakdown
I could drop some bombs on ya, no Nagasaki
Ur shows like a ghost town
Hoping i cop a benz and a kawazaki
They say im playin without realising
Rap is my playground
Got so many problems in my head now
Herb on my lungs now liquor in my cup now
School not on my mind now

Momma tired of this shit, im on my own now
I wanna find myself, not being lost
Just don't know how
So called" cold" rappers, ima defrost
Milking the same shit over years
They a industry cash cow sooo
Fuck influences, i got my own sound
Avoinding depression with the music i post
On my soundcloud
Flow so fire ur speakers might toast
I don't always say wat i want, out loud
If did i would have no no
No friends saying im anti-social
Maan it depends cause
Depression is reaal ma nigga
Would never end my life
To pussy to pull the trigger
Friends think this just a hobbie
But im plotting something bigger
Working top floor, while they
Work in the lobby
Ten years from now, look at me
A million dollar figure
Put an x on your back, so don't test me
I know Wifi is funeral but
That is still a tentacion
I don't smoke crack, in your hood sipping tea
I know u fake, don't need a clarificacion
Daamn
Did it by myself, don't need a gang nigga
U and yo gang just flexin wit them shit's
U don't bang nigga
Left my crib wit my papers
Lighter stripes in my
Pocket, a nigga acting up
Pull the blade out, now i got his wallet
Im wat they all don't wanna see
So these niggas acting funny
Lyrics sting like a bee
So my music is my honey
And my head is my hive wait wait
I swear i think im bipolar
Life feels like game over
Don't know wheres the controller
Their flow might be cold
But nigga mine is polar