MilkMan The PaperBoy - Raw Milk Freestyle

It's the M-I-L-K-M to the A-N
And a hundred pounds of weed is what I'm fucking weighing
Yea I'm posted with the homies and that's where I'm fucking staying
Not enough money in the world to make me fucking change man
It's the P-A-P-E-R to-the B-O-Y
I rap like it's talk just between you and I
I spit straight facts don't read between the lines
And if I did the crime, then I'm gonna do the time
I'm up shits creek with a paddle
Your bitch she ride with no saddle
Throwing packs like it's madden
You cap cause you haven't
And I can't lie, when I look up in the sky
I see three jugs of milk and a blonde with thick thighs
I still hang out with my guys
Me with your girl is no surprise
Straight heat what I buy
Your drip lookin dry
Brokeboys I despise
Yea I'm ready for my shine
I'm a boss but, first I had to grind
That's respect
And I always keep it on deck
That neck
She got good grades so she givin good head
Finesse, not the plug cause my money come correct
You look deaf
You not hearing what I'm sayin and you lookin upset
That's why you still broke and I'm running up your set
I'm in the major leagues and you sitting on the bench
No question
I'm the next to the top
It's MilkMan The PaperBoy and I'm running every block yuh
Bitch I don't need a chorus cause I'm always on go
I'm going hard in the paint and I'm throwing all the bows
I know we ain't the same, and you move it kind of slow
I run it up with quickness
Bitch I'm here to get this dough
I'm the one who wrote this flow
I'm the one who made this beat
I'm the one the bitches know for giving out that meat
I'm the one the homies know for always wearing heat
And I'm the one the feds know but they never can defeat
No one in the industry coming at it like this
Try and copy me you can try, but you will miss
Too much sauce I rock supreme on my own bitch
Your man was solid but he still went and sold snitch
I'm not gonna lie, I feel outstanding
There never was a plan a b
I had to up the ante
I'm always taking chances
I'm on another planet
I look really lucky, but this is how I planned it
All my homies will eat
I serve the gas for cheap
I'm seeing shit in 4-D
I'm still sipping forties
You played the game poorly
I'm hitting on your shorty
I'm investing in some more shit
I wanna hit the Forbes List
All the whips is foreign
Cause I can afford it
I can lock you like the warden
I need a bigger portion
I used to be, down bad but now I'm going way up
These bitches used to play us, but now they gotta beg us
I want it whole like bagels
My shorty doing kegels
My plug is Asian
That old money ancient
This beat got me raging
I'm hot like cajun
I'm like a secret agent but I'm way more blatant
Most these rappers can't spit
Most these rappers ain't shit
I'm not moving aimless
I might just have to lane switch
I'm strapped like Reggie Hammond
I'm doing brain damage
I'm posted up in camo
I'm hanging where you can't go
I was on the come up trapping till the sun up
You was in the little leagues, go and get your funds up
I had a bag since eighth grade
Momma said that work pays
For the bag I'm destined
I'm piping down her best friend
AR Smith and Wesson
And I got an AK
In the ring like Beyblades
Sold it all the same day
Can't deny I get cake
You can call me sensei
My plug he drives a Bentley
We own it never renting
All this cash I'm spending
My career just started, your career is ending
I'm working shit relentless
I'm not from the trenches
But I still flip that
Break it down like kit-kat
Foreign chick I hit that
Still keep some big straps
Paper chasing big racks
The fuck is you on
I can say that we won
My money always been long
My answer never been wrong
Been spitting for 4 minutes
That's the end of this song

Written by:
MilkMan PaperBoy

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