Moonboot Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] [?] She's finally mine She's super fine About to blow my mind What do I do What can I say? I'm a little— [Verse 1] Uh, this ain't no Batman or Robin This is Joker and Goblin So if you got a problem (Uh) Brother, you got a problem (For real) Cliff county to Gotham I be fresh at asylum Tryna label me mad I been mad before that I've taken way more drugs than I've sold, truth be told Money owed, I ain't never sold no drugs at all (Nah-nah) This that swaggin' in the stussy though, I don't know how to kick flip Manifest the beef then get smoked like a brisket Type to spill the tea, then get broke like a biscuit (Bitch) Risk it, if you really want it, you can get it (You can get it) One-way ticket to whoever you pray to So play cool, one false move could be fatal (Uh-huh) I'm a broken halo playin' Halo with an angel (Yessir) Type you don't approach, you can get scoped from any angle (Yessir) Guess it's all fun and games till somebody get hurt Roll with them spitters, leave your ass in the dirt, skip the church (Yessir) Hot-headed fools get they wig split West Coast finest, yeah, I been it (West, West) Fire in the booth, boy, I been lit Been sick, dopest in the district Wiggin' like no dope in my system I'm itchin' to body all these rappers and ditch 'em (No, no) My vision to be the only spitter in the kitchen Patty flippin', Patty Mills from a distance, it's instant I'm just tryna be the voice of the people who don't listen Dollar, dollar bill, bring it back to the 'ville Where the red carpet, muddy, and that poverty is real (Reak) Where we all know loss and each other's all we got So until I'm not breathin', hold it down for the squad (Clique, clique) [Interlude] (Man, we go together) Alright, now this the part of the song where we all get around Bring back that real hip-hop, where the [?] at? If you ain't talkin' real hip-hop, you ain't talkin' nothin', my budda Well, you know what? I'm go fast [Verse 2] I'm the type to do what I wanna, be smokin' that marijuana Big booty *****, Bahamas, no rubber, no baby dramas And even if there are Madonna, Rihanna or Lady Gagas If they ain't doin' it for dollars, then they doin' it for Dallas Shout out to my designer, the reason I'm lookin' flyer Then all of you fuckin' liars I'm on I'm the one that ****** desire and the stadiums require You can't find me, motherfucker, I'm gone Uh, now Dally the kid Iller then ninety percent of you people that hatin' Debatin' on whether not I'm the king of the nation Honestly been patiently waitin', uh