CyHi Freestyle | Justin Credible Freestyle #208

Lyrics

[Verse 1 over Young Scooter's Colombia] Since '94, I've been running through Georgia I'm Forrest Gumping I heard it's a bunch of crabs in the bucket, make sure it's dungeon It's been a long road coming, I drove from Cummings But in ATL, the name rings in your ear like Lauren London My Pocahontas, phenomenal, gorgeous woman Maya Angelou, we really had oil pumping Before the corporate funding, sold more than a quarter onion I'm talking bank off the glass like Jordan dunking Y'all don't get it Like Jordan dunking, Thomson, the illest nigga alive, I'm Earvin Johnson Rappers overbiting, they might need an orthodontist Niggas broke, out here dying over nonsense But the gumming is from Glenwood, he really gon' slaughter something Huh, I'm the Boston Georgia chronic And don't ask me about Ye unless you gon' order something The legend from the southside known as the Middle East And if I couldn't see North, and I was Mr. West, yes That would fuck up my moral compass The Nostradamus of rap, made a fortune from me From the A where the cash is clay but I'm no Mohammed Islamic, I'm clay by my own vomit, my flow bubonic I'm tired of you pussies, I think I might go platonic Full length mink on you weasels, I'm feeling gleeful Cause the only Peta I care about goes with the hummus Honest, I got women that's Greek and half-Norwegian I split your apple like Adam and Eve, and Ambush a nigga, the Last of the Mohicans This is the season, get your [fatigues?] I'm the main reason you niggas is breathing I sow what I'm reaping, like with my bitches stitching they weave in This is the breathing after the grieving I make your momma go sit with the deacon Check out the visuals, candles and teddy bears still on the cement Huh, while reading Ephesians, this for the [?], the gangsters, and heathens Why shoot it out with the opps? But don't do the same when you see the policemen Straight up and down like 6 in the evening Bumping your gums, you niggas is teething My cousin was living right there off of Cleveland While I was receiving green from the bay like Antonio Freeman Back when your Duck Head would go with your [?] Have a wonderful weekend [Verse 2 over XXXTentacion's True Love] Huh, I've been ridiculed since middle school It's miniscule, I never got my residuals Huh, 'cause music wasn't a business move It was more like therapy for the niggas who Never learned how to read until they sentenced you Huh, like a criminal when the civil suit Tryna beat the traffic, my charges wasn't municipal So many accolades, shawty I'm hard to introduce Let's start the interview, what do our children do? When their mommas move 'em to a place that they didn't choose And this a blood neighborhood And you heard they rolling down the street like Gin and Juice Huh, I'm who It Was Written was written to The closest rapper to Marshall Matters, I'm Living Proof 2Pac in the physical I'm smoking moonrocks, huh, coughing holding my genitals Then I moonwalk with two Glocks, they identical The sharpest in the toolbox, don't get it misconstrued Yeah, it's cool to be a ghostwriter, huh Until your crew starts to treat you like you invisible These are true thoughts that I'm giving you I think it's rude to call me lyrical, my IQ is 162 I'm so smart they want to do a root canal to my wisdom tooth Huh, you niggas wait till Thanksgiving to do a turkey drive Man, I'm tired of the Insta bull I'm in Australia with my shirt off I don't need a six pack, 'cause baby, I'm aboriginal Came out the embryo hanging by the umbilical Huh, can't tell me this isn't biblical Lieutenant when you hear me giving orders to a soldier Is the only time I'm speaking in general The story of the prodigal son It's hard to find a lady so I cuddle my gun Gone off a bottle of rum, huh Keep a teaspoon on me so I don't swallow my tongue So make y'all little diss tracks, niggas know it's a mismatch I'm outside of the box, the flow is giftwrapped I'm supernatural with it, you think it's witchcraft Rapping, writing, trapping, my nigga, which craft? So gone with all the riff raff I still get whiplash from the time they made my whip crash Yeah, police over the dispatch All you hear is blue lights 'cause it was pitch black But I chalked it off as a mishap I took it as the devil tried to get its lick back Plus I probably deserved it, I did some shit, jack And I only got a wrist slap So quit saying you was arrested my nigga, you was kidnapped Your bomb was your ransom, most of y'all wouldn't get that Make a nigga sit back like "damn, did you get that?" Damn, did you get that? You ain't never had to help your partner clean a shit bag Ever heard a grown man holla while he getting stabbed? That shit left him with a big scab Damn that took off half of his face, he need a skin grab So many fist fights, my ear started a cauliflower Keep it with me when I'm inside the shower Try me coward, the pistol was right beside the towel Ran out of baking soda, all we had was washing powder Sold it for the white, call it Eisenhower We had the whole block smelling like Tide for hours This is part of my rise to power This is part of the higher power Yeah, went to the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa I'm staring at the Paris Hiton by the Eiffel Tower G.O.O.D. Music, you can name a crew that rivaled ours [Kayla?], I can't wait to do your bridal shower Cause I still got a crush on you You got me mourning over the radio like Tom [] But I don't cut corners 'Cause you eventually come around, I trust karma But until then I'm in somebody thick daughter Keep the glove on, Teddy Bridgewater I hit her once, then I ignored her I got a low attention span, man, I think I got a disorder Keep the 5-7, not an inch shorter, Glock 19 or the SIG Sauer Your own people come to kick door you [?] from the fifth floor you Trust me it's like a thousand outposts for every rich porter The trap house was a brick-and-mortar I sold everything: ounces, nicks, quarters And we had them pounds in, big orders I had the first kush pack that ever hit Georgia Till your own friends come and extort you