Zae Laws - Passport freestyle

Forty eight hours
I'm in Barbados
Can I meet a girl
That make anything but Alfredo
All you do is twist up my words
Like tornado
Then spread your white lies
All on my bread
Like it's mayo
Twenty four hours
In Santorini Greece
I watched my homie decease
While betting on the chiefs
Cartier glasses
I look just like a geek
Im a free agent for now
But my agent ain't free
Rio de Janeiro
Treat me like a Pharos
All these hits I'm producing
Like vladamer guerrero
Cancun Mexico
With a Celine sombrero
All this supreme that I'm wearing
They calling me primero
Six bed rooms a long ways
From Bronx ghettos
Screaming in the hallways
And I could hear my echos
They say hola to a nigga
I just say hello
I felt like suge when they
Gave my nigga death row
Whoa
I felt like suge when they
Gave my nigga death row
I did
The first day of Ramadan
Is not on may thurd
Dirtying your nose with
White lines until the lines blurred
Fifth teen days I'm in Niagara Falls
I was supposed to link with
Kira but I never called
Checking in the Ritz
With a fraud check
You in the French quarter
Tweaking while I was in Quebec
Money power respect
I still don't know whats next
Celine spelt across her chest
To compliment her breast
I can't say whats up with Mina
I think the bitch obsessed
I was never depressed
I just needed some rest
Thirty right minutes until
I get to Venice
Murano & barranco
Just to go and see exhibits
I mean I'm scared of commitment
But that's not why I did it
To much of you is a lot for me
And I know my limits
Sticky bit the cheese
While I was in Belize
All those murders he beat
It's kind of hard to believe
Whoa
All those murders he beat
It's kind of hard to believe
Big ziggy nigga
Not the little one nigga

Written by:
Zadock Laws

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