Late Night Freestyle

(album: 1DAY - 2018)

Hit a button Morty give me a beat
Oh man, ok, alright, um

People look at me like I'm insane (yeah)
They on the ground but I'm in a plane (yeah)
They don't know what's in my fucking brain
But they think my sound is fucking fire yeah they think it's flames

Yeah, they think its fucking flames
Uh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh
They think its fucking flames in my lane
Talking to that bitch I been in my brain (yeah)
Yeah, now she give me brain
I just do this shit now they knowing my name, yeah
'Cause these snitches they be switching lanes
I'm living my facts you just making claims
I told 'em I'm not in it for the fucking fame
I just want a gold song before a gold chain
Ay, so what the fuck you heard
When these haters see me they just duck and swerve (yeah)
Just kicked to the fuckin curb
Now they always gotta ask me what's the word (ay, yeah)

We cooking in the stu' we got all the sauces
Bitch I'm independent I ain't got no bosses
Yeah I keep on winning I ain't got no losses
They ask me for the keys like the fucking locksmith
Locksmith yeah you know I'm doing hot shit
Hot shit they all like it when I drop shit
You pop shit I'm like why the fuck you talking
I walk in everybody they be rocking (ay)

So now they finally like the flow
These people 'round me used to doubt me now they know
You peeping out my wrist I know you feeling cold
Steady making hits I'm coming for the gold

Ay that was good
You peeping out my wrist I know you feeling cold
Yeah 'cause you're also salty 'cause you ain't got this shit

Ay, yeah
Peepin out my wrist I know your feeling cold (uh)
Fucking on that bitch I know I'm feeling bold (uh)
Yeah I'm making hits just look how much I sold
Ay ay ay I can just not be controlled

Ay, so what the fuck you heard
When these haters see me they just duck and swerve (yeah)
I was kicked to the fuckin curb
Now they always gotta ask me what's the word (ay, yeah)