SPEAK Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #116

Lyrics

[Verse] When that pandemic hit you cowards ran to Tulum To vacation in places where people barely have food When that bandemic hit I ran it up with my crew Lesson 1, that's the difference now between me and you I said, hoe I'm booted up like Soul Caliber II Booked and busy through my weekend, check my calendar boo A couple bitches hit my line, be like, "Daddy, what's the move?" Nada mas, I jumped off the roof when I took shrooms My coupe go swerve like the MR2 And that boy sharp drеssed like a Reptar tooth And my hoе so bratty, on Angelica Pickles So I Jimmy Eat World pussy, face in the middle That just take some time, that's everything, you anything You not no killer, you embellishing, embarrassing How you claim the block but they don't know you at your liquor store? Heard you was the man, fuck it, I guess I was misinformed I come from a place with a low survival rate New money moves in and everybody displaced, wait I come from a place where you die or catch a case Then they tear your house down to build a bigger one with gates No fear in our hearts 'cause we grew up broke Life creep up from behind with that rear naked choke Now, I identify as a beaner, post woke 'Cause I fuckin' love this world, but you'll still get smoked Extinct with the rhinos, popped like a dick pill Coke uncut like Nelly when he dropped Tip Drill Sick still, all good, I got a new psychiatrist She look like Dr. Melfi from Sopranos, the flyest bitch Peelin' back my trauma with convertible tops And when I got the top, I wore nothing but Crocs Ass naked in the sand, by the crib is Zipolite And all you rappers corny now, I'm callin' you esquite Elote and peyote got me talkin' to the ancients My spirit been existed since before the border sanctions Thankless white folks really need to quit your bitchin' Who's raisin' up your children? Who workin' in the kitchens? We provided for mi gente, cultivate the earth Respect is just at minimum, pay us what we worth I was surfin' up the coast with the Aussies out in Perth Throwin' 20 inch rims on the undertaker hearse I am back from the dead, back for my bread With a mouthful of titties like I'm still breastfed Since a new born I've been a thorn in they side Runnin' in and out through hoes, servin' animal fries Now the truth ain't addin' up to the sum of your lies That's why I turn your shit off, man, I'm not feelin' you guys Look, you need to rap better, you need a fact checker Go and ask Hanauta, I'm the Sancho home wrecker I will fuck your baby momma, then take your kids to LEGOLAND You not a man, that's why they screamin' that they hate they dad That's pretty tragic though, that's how you were raised Thugs with daddy issues and abandonment rage Well, Speaky learned the game with I was falsifying documents Snuck my tio over 'cross the border with no moccasins You not really talented, you only good at marketing Got a lot of dollars but you lackin' in the common sense It feels good to be back, respectfully Justin But all you boys lame like Respectfully Justin Gettin' life advice from a simp-ass Twitter page That's not real juice, that's Minute Maid and concentrate Affirmative, them GMO preservatives Quick to turn an orgy to a Tekken tag tournament This is for my Tex Mex homies whippin' mamalona Sippin' on Clamato that they blended with that cold Corona Chevys bien fria, I'm off that carta blanca That's big tio energy, I smack you with the chancla Top rope tope, suicida plancha Fuck all your idols, they spineless with no posture Used to whip around the murder in my papa's Mazda Pick up truck, mowin' lawns, them summers made me stronger Uh, my mind driftin', I'm sorry when I rattle on You never shot the fade with vatos outside Tacos Gavilan Abuela had a crib right on 85th and Avalon Hoe I been everywhere, go and check the travel log Travel guide, travel channel, channel 5 Only had one channel, Bloodsport, Friday nights Square one, I never lost a fair one Punch you in the fuckin' mouth, then I get my hair done