Soka Freestyle

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Pak-Man - Rap

Soka Freestyle

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[Verse] Yeah I'm back again in the zone If you've got a problem bring a chrome, don't bring a phone I ain't screaming out a set, I rep this ting alone Now I'm back for the crown, sitting in the throne I feel I ought to take charge I had this shit on smash since '48 Bars' Cut from a different cloth, rappers they ain't like me The scene's going dead, I'm giving the game life G And you don't wanna war Pak Get more than your neck snapped and your jaw cracked Tell a rapper "Jump off the bridge" if you're whack I was getting rap money bеfore rap I could cop a spaceship beforе Stryder Hazey really handles his job, a sure rider One's a nine man, other's a four-fiver Just to settle the score like four fivers All my bruddas ready to draw if you're hyper Pushing out the white, got the whore, they sure like her Old school money man, I can get a boy touched Shooters hit a boy up, I don't need a gun in hand Inside or outside, you really shouldn't boast in jail Eating good, dauphinoise potatoes with my roasted quail This is no jokes, this is no Chapelle Snitches got my bruddas locked up, they can go to Hell Homo thugs talking bout butt raping Chop every finger off once I duct tape him It's my own fault that I shouldn't trust pagans If you ain't riding with God you must trust Satan Man never took my manhood wallahi They're just talking bout it, it's kinda frustrating You best go everywhere with your gun This beef ain't over, it's barely begun Parking up carelessly, I'm there at your drum You'll get shot in your chest, it might tear through a lung They'll have you on an operating table Levels dropping fast, doctor gotta get him stable His chest got a hole like a bagel I wouldn't sign off my soul to a label Like Margz said, I might let the feezy sky Pull up on a block in a Mark 6 GTI Hottie in the passenger, I was just breezing by You were just an amateur, make it look easy I Wasn't destined for fame I was destined for greatness, stop stressing my name I done got beef, I ain't tryna pick bones No rentals, all my whips owned You've never met a real G who got a brick home All he does is sit alone all day and switch phones

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