God Emcee - Maskless/TLC Freestyle

And uh, that's pretty much it
That's it, so play this fuckin' album over and over again, and talk to your friends
And have them go buy another copy, go on iTunes, go on Amazon, just go somewhere, just don't bootleg the motherfuckers, we don't make the money off the fuckin' bootleg
And shut the fuck up
Congratulations to everybody, and um
Get the fuck out
Uh-huh
Let's get it
Look
Maskless, I wanna see when they die
Man you niggas all know I do not take no chances
If I'm gonna kill them, I'll make it a show, and I promise, I won't leave no witness
Y'all in protection, y'all talking bout Gunna
Well you couldn't beat your own damn case
I'm in the streets, with the gang, and these niggas all know I am not for no damn play
Jus God a menace, he give it his all, and I promise you niggas all deceased
I bring the rapture, I'm that nice
I got a foot on they neck, everytime that I write
Man I'm pushing the gas right
Don't play the corner no more, but you know if I had to go do it, I'm still nice
I'll hit up beach, I could move five
I'm in these streets, I can't get tired
All of these niggas they like talking money
All of these niggas, they talkin' bout money, but they couldn't show you a damn thou
I'm on the beat, I'm a blackout
Show the receipts, let the work talk
I'm an umbrella while you niggas sleepin', and I might be sleepin' my damn self
Tell Charlie, stop with the damn jokes
I gotta laugh at my damn self
20, been workin' the graveyard
I had to lay me a damn verse
I see the music like Ray Charles
And to the bullshit, I'm Ray Charles
I had to lose when I came up
Blessings in every mistake that I promised that I never make now
This Guild Shit a wave now
Stop and they wave now
They know the lyrics I say now
I don't want much, I'm just grateful
I see the cup and it's very full
Justice just do what he came to do
I make contact when I aim for you
If I'ma do it, I see it through
Niggas do not wanna spar, cause I promise I change up the game when they get a kid somethin' to do
I ain't got nothin' to prove
Look at my shit, I would be broke if I sat here comparin' to you
Look at me, then look at you
You couldn't do what I do
Don't wear a mask, cause I let my victims know who when I do what I do
Maskless, I wanna see when they die
Man you niggas all know I do not take no chances
If I'm gonna kill them, I'll make it a show, and I promise, I won't leave no witness
Y'all in protection, y'all talking bout Gunna
Well you couldn't beat your own damn case
I'm in the streets, with the gang, and these niggas all know I am not for no damn play
Jus God a menace, he give it his all, and I promise you niggas all deceased
I bring the rapture, I'm that nice,
I got a foot on they neck, everytime that I write
Man I'm pushing the gas right
Don't play the corner no more, but you know if I had to go do it, I'm still nice
Guild
It's just one of those
I don't want your number, no
I don't wanna give you mine and no
Let's do it
On the Guild
Lost you to the game, my whole mental was shattered
The kid turned to bastard and now I'm tryin' to figure what's after
I'm askin' you love me, or you love me not?
Love me for what I can do, but lovin' me for me is all I ever want from you
Comin' up short, both of us are responsible
Responsiveness is all I ask, I mean how hard is it
The kid's sufferin' breaks, all this shit on my plate
I'm sayin' I can't love no scrub, I'm ready to break I'm fragile
Jus God in Distress it must be over a damsel
Think hard when you speak, it must be harder for me
Think hard when I drink, I mean depression been creepin'
Could barely sleep on the weekends
Could barely think when you speakin'
Could barely hear what you sayin'
Cause all you wanna do screamin'
Could barely say what I'm meanin'
Cause when it's deep, you start leavin'
I'm so sick of the feelin', my expectations are fleetin'
I start channelin' dad when my inner self get too heated
God on the beat, but I'm Justice when I start tweakin'
Overly sensitive, I think that's always been the reason
Anxiety creepin' in, but get to fleetin'
When I start thinkin' how I still got my crown
All these feelin's that seepin' is fleetin'
Admire me it's all I ever want
I guess my feelin's deceivin'
I fear what I'm thinkin', how much more am I drinkin'
These thoughts of you are still clear, another round for the Teacher
I love you more when I mislead you
All these feelin's deceitful. Everything that's meant to be will be
I think that it's see-through
Yeah, I put myself on you but nobody gon' do what I do
Ever run it back, won't put that L up on you
Give me a clue, what's a young nigga to do
I get a feelin' that you don't give a fuck
I give too much, so if we have to sum it up
The endin' lookin' pretty rough, but
Summin' all this up I think I'm ready to ah, ah

Written by:
Justice Dickey

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