Leroy Mitchell - 5th Street Freestyle

You gone have to get used to this
You gone have to get used to this
Yeah, you gone have to get used to this
Hey, shout-out 50

Check it, a nigga on his power shit
Man of he hour shit, king status
I live in a tower, bitch, why you always cower quick
Oh, you think you slick? You play the fence but got stuck with a hit stick
Don't make me go John Wick
A bunch of niggas flee before I tick
But I catch them quick
Conveniently, I came prepared so this gone be a quick trick
Leave the scene lookin' like a horror script
You need a nigga like me, I'm the manual script
I'm hard to decrypt, never easy to predict
Always high like an attic, and on top like an attic
It's not shocking, you don't want no static
I make it hard to breathe, you gone leave asthmatic

Uh, it's lookin' pragmatic
We taking every measure, yeah, drastic
Employing every tactic
A nigga bout to get active

Uh, I'm leave your fucking head slanted
Like your face planted
These girls got your mind tainted
See the painting I fuck em' till they fainted
Or till I make a statement
I'm about warm embracement
New sensation old temptation, long-term or recreation
AI just an abbreviation for Al's influence to the simulation
Here to blow it up its rigged time for detonation
Before sedation controls the nation

You niggas ain't on my level Red horn, little devil
You niggas ain't on my level Red horn, little devil

Niggas never see me spit
I be spitting like a baby, always throwing up shit
Grown women acting like kids, hella sissy fits
I should let the mic hang like your saggy tits
But what's the benefit to the barking
When you're parking at your momma's crib
All praise to Allah, but since it's all ah ha's, oh, wallah
Ill turn your sands of time to and hour glass tada
I know your mama nigga

Written by:
Al Mitchell

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