WESTSIDE BOOGIE Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #142

Lyrics

Part I: "Johnny P's Caddy" by Benny the Butcher & J. Cole [Verse] Yo, yo, uh The rhythm I had to catch, the strings that I had to stretch I've been beat, but it's all instrumental to my success I'm in deep, I took too many lefts and lost my direction How I end up on this search to be accepted? The lessons say the world in my possession, I could reach it 'cause it's near Yeah, I'm hungry but I feed into the fears, you know 'Least I've been aware, you know In my mind, I'm screamin' out for air 'cause I swear it's way more deep than it appears Here's my secrets, come hold me so you could feel me, it's heavy Like break my ego in pieces and come rebuild me, I'm ready My life already get shaky, so may my focus be steady I look myself in the mirror like, "I could grow if you let me" Like I could—hold on Shit, if I uncover my powers, I'll be dangerous, mm-hmm Teach my niggas how to heal and be more patient, mm-hmm I'm responsible to come do all the savin' But I'm left with all this guilt because I made it, but, you gotta know Missed a couple bags I was countin' on but ridin' on Get rid of my hoes when it's album mode, I'm alone I don't hang with niggas that I kinda know, "gotta go" I don't hide my kids, shit, I be proud to show but I've been so Caught up in the jam, I even offer you my hands to help this fight to make somebody understand Come bring water to the dam Sent from heaven in this war soon as I land Make me think that being born was just a scam Never planned to catch me slippin' in my city Just', you know this shit get tricky Got the spirit of my dead homies with me, with me, woah, woah Never wife that bitch if she too mixy, knowin' if I break the cycle, it'll fix me But that— That's all I know Part II: [Verse] Uh Let's get active, all that other shit get throwed out We know my ratchet side gon' always bring the hoes out You know it's smart to tell your label they should hold out We know a Boogie verse could kill a nigga rollout but hold on lemme roll up Uh, keep being weird, you gon' be somethin' that I toke I think my peers might be runnin' from the smoke uh-huh The hood starvin', niggas hungry for the GOAT So all that humble shit gon' have you niggas broke If I ain't right there under God, then get a better list Please don't say I do it all because I never miss Why they braggin' 'bout some pussy that they never hit That shit goofy, got a coast I gotta represent I heard that she'll be pressin' shit, but not I Let's lock eyes, gotta see if you got op vibes, that's not wise We keep movin' at them stop signs Man outside I put Lucas on my hot fries Top 5? Top 5, okay Bust mode, bust mode It's all about respect, uh Fuck hope, I'm cutthroat Now, I'm on your neck Mmm shit, you sure that you want problems with the set A bunch of niggas who got trauma that's suppressed? I slid up on my ex I told her "don't be talkin' to me crazy But I miss you, come and argue with me baby" I think I feel a I think I feel a backslide comin' Part III: "Drive Slow" by Kanye West [Verse] Hmm, oh, oh Man, shit, uh I drive slow I swear to god it's a fade if we run 'to 5-0 shit So drive slow yeah Shit, when I'm out with the squad, who know where it might go Walkin' on this tightrope, even with my eyes closed Why the fuck my high's low Trynna say I'm overthinkin', I'm like "Yeah, you right hoe." Trynna tell me I'm too deep and I'm like "Yeah, you right hoe." Uh, hatred in my right hand, spent it on my left wrist Why you go and fuck him? Thought you was my best bitch Nigga give my girl back, you must got a death wish Rappers on my checklist, think I'm finna set trip I rather drive...huh I drive slow I swear to god it's a fade if we run 'to 5— We drive slow