603 Freestyle

New England weather is all I got in my memory All my life invested in living successfully I still let it get to me Shit don't make sense to me Refreshing as it is, I get more out of Dermot Kennedy There better be amenities There better be someone to match my energy like Jenavie Every week I'm learning something new about an NFT And Christian even told me to only go for who checking me Even if i cut out the past and decide to let it be The kid be dolo, I'm a solo star I hate that I'm living over par Used to pride myself for playing in the game And now we turning up in lowered cars 'Cause we know it's ours But still they won't ever see up where I could hold the bar Soon as I get it I go Depreciation of your baby's sweet innocent soul Nobody clapping yet, so why would I finish the show? Why would I give you control? I need a clean soul when all of this is said and done And make sure all my homies out here get enough I don't even need to gas 'em, I just let 'em up Vito he just leveled up, Kidcalc leveled up We don't really see 'em picking anyone instead of us There's some things I don't address enough Like how they focus on your flaws when they said it's love It's easier said than done As we're growing the root of evil is testing us Somebody sanctify me I put the bank behind me I get defiant whenever the i put drank inside me Hard for me to take it light when I put the thanks behind me With all of this smoke blowing and all of this pocket watching It's hard for me not to stop it Hard for me to listen back and act like I'm not gon' drop it Please, dawg let me stay on the topic I know I lost some potential hits that just end up deleted Told you i don't concede then you went and you said I'm conceded Need a playoff run every season Baby throwing shade but I'll never receive it So you better come correct if they letting you meet him 'Cause it must be fun to watch but it's better to be him All of your posts are deleted In hopes you get closer to heaven, how are we supposed to even? And just like a cover story on Newsweek, her body covered loosely One thing about me is I'm playing the two three And for your consideration I been on that new scene You can't outcompete me that is unless you the KoolGenius Either this is a loose leaf or the head-top The bars are tight enough to make your bed rock Might try out my chances with a red fox The saying goes, you only as good as your next shot Alright When I get it, I'mma park it on Swasey SMH, I'm the SMA baby It's on purpose when I put your name in HD Lately it's tape after tape, feel like Tae Beast Club going what? Yeah, someone should teach you how say please Crazy how you get away with Macy's You the type to ball on a budget Designer, you thrifted it and the coat from you brother I kinda been on and I got a feeling you love it Ever hear of a lear? And if not I'm 'bout to get something as high as one of them And if we talking about hits, well then we talking 'bout this It's plenty more where that's from, I got a ton of them So while you spilling out hate, I'm tryna fill up my plate I got a lot to debate, you like a son to me I'll make sure next time we cross, I got your family's future in the front-left pocket of these dungarees I'm convinced I'm the son of Ceasar, the way they back-stabbing me, so many times, 23 Come and see the second coming of Jordan minus the bad press and all the negative subtleties Jeez, like I'm Gilgeous-Alexander Every outing is a bit too hot to handle They no longer have a horse in this one But of course it's the off the record Fill my calendar and stop negotiations Way too much attention, I forgot to mention Lost my heart pretending, I was really 'bout to return the favor Lenny 'bout to roll a book and we'll burn it later after reading Had to be this nasty on my own beat so my exes feel that 'had me' feeling Glad I found a Padmé Amidala whose glad I'm healing Bad enough I've gone out sad too many times I've had to deal with consequence, my actions never had a reason When I tell her dad the key's in the door of the Eastate It's a fact of me seeing the other side of humility but I'm bad at reading You a tad deceiving Almost actually been the type you had to feed into But I know Rose to prominence, my flower of choice is TBD Whatever garnish ends up atop my cup when I'm dining up at Grotto I'm fine without a follow And she's wining 'bout the bottle as she's looking like one Had her list off her regrets and she couldn't write one She a girl-next-door and she took it like one Should sit and eat beside the chef 'cause I'm cooking like one Blat!