IMX (freestyle)

Lyrics

[Verse] Oh-oh-oh mhm, yeah All this cooking up, a nigga feel like super mesh Don't know how I manage, nigga I be super stressed (Facts) I don't wife a bitch and fuck a shot at les You can get the wide shot with the IMAX Used to be immature now a nigga feel like IMX (Wait) How these niggas started acting black at 28 Talking down on Peggy but you grew up in a gate Fire and desire, took my blicky on a date These suburban niggas ain't really hungry and I done ate (Hmm) I do this 'cause I have to, you do this 'cause you (Tsk) Look 'em in the eye, put thesе suckas in they place Killer Instinct, icе on me like glacier Body slam the beat, I'm a young Jake Hager Late to register, but fuck it nigga we major Bitch, stop runnin' you is not Ralph Nader Spit up in the ass, she talk to me like a hater (Wet) (WET) Lookin for respect Load up the tec bitch, take it off my neck (BRRRR) Know a nigga blessed cus my daddy never prayed for less Sleep with a vet (Yea) Bald head nigga, when I spit up in her ass she gon call me Lex I feel like Jordan vs Thomas (C'mon), niggas gettin swept Niggas who never believed in me steady seeing red Like at the cold text Been on this horse for a while, guess I'm Bojack (Hm) Ima sleep when I die, hope you know that (Bitch) I'm diggin deep, I gotta recoup, I better own that (Yuh) I gotta say what's on my mind, fuck the blowback I know the swine at the priest sayin "Ha, lil peggy where ya coat at?" (Damn Peggy) Big business Smoking Billie Kay, dressed like libshits Look watch ya enemies fail, I gotta hitlist I ran a dead cop audio through Bitwig That's just the casualties of war, It's never cryptic I break the fourth wall, niggas stay scripted But look we comin for you, now can you dig it You been lying and you still wanna kick it Serve a cop two piece with a biscuit I'm not the same as these rappers, there's a difference Hear it in my beats, see it in my mentions Little anxiety mixed with pretention Rules never look good till you bend em, break it (Woah) Man, tell the 5.0 suck my dick Heard yall house on fire, It's lit Man, fuck Trump I'm bucking at hicks New sauce, new year, new drip Got two Glock 19s, they twins Keep y'all foot up on the neck of them pigs Strap up 'fore I ever get strapped in Fuck out the way if you tap dancin' Stop