Victory Freestyle

Lyrics
[Verse 1] I been in this game for years And I made change in it On the real, since BIG died ain't shit change in it So far, I got a lil' jewelry, more cars But I got hard metaphors every four bars Give me four more months and watch what happen I'ma have the game hot like when Pac was rappin' I'm a problem, first album goin' cuatro platinum In this Benz is the rims and the privates packet I might cop a lil' chain wit' the time to match it Y'all hear the track, write a buncha lies then rap it When you shy wit' ya gat, petrified to clap it I'll pull it and put bullets inside ya jacket You can't hide you a faggot wit' nut on ya mustache Put a condom on the nine and fuck you in the ass Y'all ain't fuckin' wit' Cass, I'm outta my head And through ya butt, I'll blow ya guts outta ya ribs You could get stuck up if ya watch got ice You could go bankrupt if ya rocks not white If ya shot not nice you might miss me Man, I'm a serial killa, I pop like Rice Krispies Y'all write like sissies, all glamour and glitz I do dirt like janitors wit' hammers and clips Don't abandon ya whip and park it on the block I steal cars and throw my own auctions on the block Who talkin' to the cops? A buncha you doin' it The corner so hot I don't even feel comfortable on it 5-O passin' by when Cass get high I be in a different world like Jasmine Guy If you askin' to die, I'm the person to see You clowns sound like watered down versions of me!
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- Writers
- Cassidy