EBT Freestyle

Lyrics

[Intro] Dyme-A Sheeesh Ah [Verse 1] I was dreaming of a G6 when my EBT hit I got my stimmy and prepared to feast for all my negus people This the 2nd quarter Ghetto Olympics is around the corner Preps your order Authentic Brooklyn they been patient for Know we known for taking, the UK got em mistaking all this Escaping bars for a drill cadence and gang persona Takin' L's, slave deals Takin' offers For the check, labels'll take you out and take it off ya I never expect assistance from the game Mob uplift us in the kings in which we camе and they just rape the culturе Come correct, never distant, did a detour I spit the truth cuz if they clip me it'll mean more Fab should've signed me Cold summer, still got heat for 'em King of Brooklyn, Hov just keep my seat warm My BM in a b-boy stance Posing with me in designer Model shawty taller I still call her "lil' mama" I need a peace of mind I purchased pieces from my partner, I'ma Product of poverty in these leather Pradas Dyme-A During training, champagne was like my Gaterade So when we play the games, I need Ace of Spades to sponsor Long hair, feelin' like old Wayne The Martian, the Goblin Getting blown like a close game or cartridge All I needed was cocaine and condoms The flow reign, I got it from Crown Heights to Compton I should probably sign to TDEast British bitch on my BBC A top dawg, so she top off and swallow Never see these seeds Getting censored by the CDC For beliefs we speak Don't wanna see me eat A track star but a fly fit's the only time you see me flee Like DDG A YouTuber that found a way and made it What, with all the fans and blue faces In Calabasas, moonwalking in a plush pad so spacious You so far to pass this cash I'ma face this I see my sons eating Get the cash but the swag's so tasteless Yeezys, mismatched designer Sad, so basic It's just an observation, I ain't hatin' Don't rock with the opps Beyond saying you slay Bitch I will slay ya Get no complementary bars from me I'll leave you all deceased Never played a corp just so a bitch would get along with me Slow and sickenin' but for me it's the misogyny I might have Jesus-penis but you God to me, Queen We put in time but I had to free you like Bobby Been with rebels getting rowdy since the 90s And hats off to you but I'm tossing you Caught another body like a week ago A freak I know that's going kamikaze Ah