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Painted Houses Freestyle
Uh Southside up Harlem what up? Banks Sinatra This how it's going down for the
2020, nigga Uh I
don't expect peasants to recognize greatness you're used to weirdos Future zeros, where I'm from, make it out, you're a
superhero (Right) I'm dropping shit like the
Irishman, new and improved De Niro Me and my baby against this crooked world, gotta two cube her earlobes One in a
billion with this feeling, right product'll move the
zeros Run in the
building, weapon wielding, uh, arms out like a
scarecrows (Yeah) You simple rappers could never face GOD I
got that "je ne sais quoi" I
hit the
interstate hard, hop in the
Benz and say "Ah" You caught all them bodies, huh? Forensics say "Nah" What would you do when fickle niggas break fly? Dipped on the
game, ain't say "Bye" Hangover hounding me from last night's glory I'm in new machinery, sporty, getting smacked like Kourtney Make sure I'm careful, I
don't need no copper flashlights on me Been here before, feel like my past life haunts me Dawg I've been "IT", snatch Georgie, a
sprinter van, hash orgy Miracle man, strapped shorty Two many slabs of currency, smuggle the
bands back for me Them traffic extracurriculars, fog the
windows Come the
morning, paper cuts, blue c-notes, do a
crescendo I
woo consumers from intro, my shooters shoot off the
mental Ain't no maybes or missteps if I
crossed a
line, then I
meant to (Right) Nigga moving on your boy's a
unicorn, beyond a
human Strong grey-coup-Poupon, twenty plus years, fuck, did I
poop so long? Four-thirty, the
truth is born, in trooper form Gone soon as recruitment's on I
heard your recordings, wish I
could roof ya songs I'm bugging, or this new generation is misdirected? Break them all apart, then wipe my style down with the
disinfected Audie on, I'm hip protected, hitman in a
flipping necklace For the
record, this decrepit, offspringers been shit infested Ain't the
gossip column or the
type-type, who even cares? Nigga I
been sick, I
do these mics like Rudy Gobert My studio sessions turn to fright night, goonies appear I'm right back on the
pedal, OG white Nikes, bitch listen here Them people pitching you hope, I've never been opened to listening King of minding my business, the
goat with the
social distancing Rookies ain't built to go rounds, cocky with no conditioning Bitching, your vocal pitching, ghostwriters' there's flow suspicion Run up on him, bust a
move, barrel spinning like New Edition Hit districts religiously, diamond dot on my crucifixions Uh Everyone claiming they pop pistols 'Til the
opps get you, as soon as it's not with you And blow you like Scott's tissue Cleaning up the
room when these brooms and these mops hit you Wrist bright, stick you for ice, like popsicles (Yes) Them fellas rowdy, I'm from where the
weather cloudy (Harlem) Where rappers bump this shit I'll leave faster than Teddy Riley (Ha) I've been the
guy on the
black street, Beretta proudly Point game, come through the
lane, you better foul me Forever score, my shooters are bettable When playing with pelicans we hit it with Fentanyl (Tell 'em) Only thing definite is getting the
feds involved I'm telling y'all, they had niggas writting to tell it all (For real) Bow to the
hated, like we don't count it, we weigh it (Uh-huh) Airing like Frank Sharon, a
bunch of houses I
paint it The
hunnid thousands, I
made it The
couple ounces, I
gave it (I gave it) I
ain't lit everywhere but some project housing, I'm favorite (I know) They just snatched my OG but he innocent Trunk full of coco was OT in the
genesis (Mike) I
move solo and low-key, like I'm different Still grab the
.40 like OE, I'm a
menace then I
ain't the
asking type (Nah) You got a
bag, you don't ask the
price Bullets tuck you in, kiss your ass goodnight (Mwah) My nigga Poo caught a
massive bite They bit him in his ass with a
hunnid fast Like he asked for life (free him) I'm on your block, what y'all trapping like? (What's up?) Every corner, it's red dot on the
pole, like a
traffic light We fuck bad bitches for bragging rights (Yes) The
bitch I
had tonight, made me work for it, almost had to wife Keep it AC when it's fire CT to AC, it's eight keys in the
tire Don't thank me, I'm retired If you talking Franklins, quite frankly we [?] (Yes) Ain't tryna lose, I'm like "What I
gotta prove?" Corona virus got me moving like Howard Hughes (Uh-huh) A
lotta dudes that's powerful was powder-full (Uh-huh) Make sure every watch coming in plain like tattoo (Woo) 911, white seat piping, powder blue (Woo) Carolina shoe, MJ's from '92 (Woo) No monkey bars, these guns swing will slide through When I
ride through, bitch is a
soup like Callaloo Vado
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