Sway Overtime Freestyle

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[Intro: Sway Calloway] Yeah, what's up? You know what we do in overtime We 'bout to have this next emcee come up, I watched him come up We met in Austin, had dinner Now we go around the world, watch him count that money Watch him collect these honeys, all these Playboy bunnies Spendin' dummy money Sy Ari da Kid, let's go [Verse: Sy Ari da Kid] Yeah, yeah Gilly said Atlanta had bad weed, I told him, "Keep the gimmicks" Sold him good weed in a Sprinter across the street from Lenox Got better teeth than your dentist, ain't nothin' free but your clinic I'm deep in it like Serena with tennis, be independent And be 'bout your business, peep the amendments Even if you got a lawyer, gotta read every sentence I had to send Birdman a hundred G's with the quickness To be honest, the other two hundred took me a lil' minute And he ain't even want interest, it gave me independence I'm free, nigga, and that's with G-O-D as my witness We relentless, now I'ma say it I seen a lot of niggas lettin' shit slide in the streets, stop hydroplanin' Them boys lurkin' to violate 'em Thought he was safe 'cause he studied Detroit Urban Survival Training I'ma slay and pop off models I'm a hustler, I'm tryna sell Drake his next hot sauce bottle Me and you, mano y mano, a Glock with the top sharp hollows Even on Instagram, I'm not gon' follow, I am Apollo Iron sharpens iron, but not the iron I hold If my daughter ever had to ask me to spend more time with her, then I'd retire tomorrow Like virtual school, I learned a lot of shit at home I turn you to food and earn it when I'm in my zone Got murked in his room, it's hurtin' him within his soul Black as the first handshake Martin and Malcolm did Time is money, I'll let you know what a hour is Get down and dig your own grave Still in my old ways, it feel like the old days I'm the god, Christ left evidence I saw Obama and walked past him, I only like dead presidents You in a situation that you could might never win Knock a certain way at my door, I might let you in You joke, should do stand-up, I might heckle 'em Revenge is best served cold, a nice beverage Type devilish, got a couple friends with a ghoul label Tuckin' a stick like Uncle Phil at the pool table Nothing's real, but a couple bills'll get you strangled Up the field, I might come to kill with a new angle You niggas cops, your moves got them goons sent for ya It's gettin' hot, the room ain't even room temperature Against the opps, chiefs of Indians Stand on my tip-toes and not crease my Timberlands Can't peak when the reach unlimited All-purpose with more verses than Swizz Beats and Timbaland When the fuck did the streets get feminem? Sweet as M&Ms Seasoned with cinnamon, he pretended that he was feelin' it He defended it, she remembered it I was right there when emcees presented it, finish it See, I never did talk a lot Tell DaBaby I don't got AIDS, but I'm gettin' head in the parkin' lot My barber pullin' up to the crib 'Cause I don't remember the last time me and that nigga met at the barbershop We on the top, from triceps to biceps I'm still lookin' for insects to dissect I don't really care if you sell sex or buy sex My son still can't listen to Lil Nas X I'm blessed beyond measure Ruffle y'all feathers, smooth as Coogi puttin' colors on sweaters I know some of y'all jealous and half of them hate, fam Worse than LeBron James actin' on Space Jam I hate plans, I'm spontaneous Y'all retarded in y'all craniums I invested all my money like Armenians Half man, half amazing, and part alien God against atheists [Outro: Sy Ari da Kid] One, nigga Sy Ari da Kid, nigga The Shadow In the Shade coming soon Sway, salute, one love