Nick Grant Freestyle (2017) | LA Leakers Freestyle #012

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[Verse] I could tell by your dress code you extra hoe I guess the rap game's 'bout who flex the most All these funny niggas with cloudy jewelry at these award shows Was never rich, but dropping gems to poor souls Tap a super model, she bound to need Morse code Screaming with my head in her box, it ain't a Vogue pose God's favorite, a public enemy, love my women in all flavors If I made it, we all made it 'Pac reincarnated, spitting on cam, fuck 'em But I'm just me, I never claim to be the toughest Ain't gotta tell fake dope stories for you to love 'em Blood rushing like when a Russian, is hugging a Kalashnikov Busting, cousin used to tease me, call me crack baby Tell 'em nothing changed, still dope, baby Lately, I ain't for the monkey shit Shooters with banana clips, dumping 'em Catching 'em slipping and peel 'em up at the family function and Tell me who I'm up against, I run this shit Nigga, the only thing could kill a legend is a double dish Ride on 'em, me and Nickel Nine on-a ya You know I snuck the thing in this bitch just like a foreigner Pay no mind, it's no biggy, but shit I'm warning ya The way I ball gon' make a nigga cornier Tell the coroners "come", baby, there's been a murder Never was underrated, nigga, I'm unheard of You outta line like you ain't got a lotta drive Fuck around and clash with some niggas you idolize Bottom line, I'm a man with a lot of pride Got my mama's eyes From the ghetto, I'm traumatized, where I lie confined As I watch my demons ménage screaming "I'm alive" Life is a freak, I put faith in this lady marmalade I just sign on the dotted line It's for rappers who look like they get sodomized, you outta time Hold up, OK, I'm back in business Will never slack, I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders Who would have known The underworld was filled with Master Splinters Life is a bitch, my biggest distraction, the baddest women My momma told me, nigga, focus on academics I'm pistol touting, the biggest bang could slap a chemist I'm Maury Povich, momma crying 'cause daddy missing I'm back with vengeance, the label gave me no rapper image I'm too authentic, I'm too much for the avid listener The Baptist sinner, stick up niggas like Robin Givens I'm from the city, they blow our brains, we optimistic I'm dropping wisdom, no competition, the hottest nigga I'm riding Phantom, with your bitch, that's a goblin visit I went from no pot to piss in, to a pile of dishes It feel like I'm Pac's apprentice with a pinch of Catholicism The modern Jigga, the Nas mixed with the album Thriller You dancing with the stars, the cosmos are out of rhythm These niggas hating, my patience thin as these model bitches I balls out my cash straight, I'm Skyler Diggins Balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it I'm hotter then a lot of niggas, fuck it, all them niggas I'm going nuts, George Carver, nigga, pause a nigga Fresh like a Harlem nigga, man, what's wrong with niggas Tell your baby momma she should call an awesome nigga Ferrari Spider, shit look like it's just crawling nigga I'm the man, did that shit with no father figure My shooter Cole with the Tommy like watching Martin, nigga I'm so for real, my jokes are deep, the sharks will giggle I'm talking riddles, the game's a jungle, I'm Robin Williams What's poppin' nigga we eating, it's time to starve them niggas L.A. Leakers, what's poppin', it's time to starve them niggas If niggas won't somke we gon we the coffin, nigga, bam