2wo Nice - ONE MIC FREESTYLE

Tryna stay out the pin we coming to spin
Got god on my side I know imma win
Lord forgive me for all of my sins
Spinning for Trini put one through his skin
Look, Tryna stay out the pin we coming to spin
Got god on my side I know imma win
Lord forgive me for all of my sins
Spinning for Trini put one through his skin
Straight to the top money over fame
Dear one of these rappers to mention my name
Hit with the flame he on a frame
She jacking my bop yall niggas is lames
Took a loss and I had to eat that
For the record I'm not gone repeat that
We coming to oot catch one in your coof
Get sent through the roof then rap in the booth
Blood all over him he looking like paint
When that boy drop it look like he faint
Just so you know I'm keeping my faith
Serve Christ to my death forever the saints
It's big EBK
I ain't come here to play I came here to stay
Ain't taking my place yall niggas need help
Name is 2wo Nice it speak for itself
Round of applause you would get clap
Giving shapows you would get slap
If you don't know me don't give me a dap
A fan of myself I really could rap
He disappear poof
I get hypnotized if she looking cute
Only in foreign that's how I commute
Take of the children watch over the youth
This for my opps we got red dots
Rip trini shit got me hot
2wo Nice chill you gone get lock
Demons is talking they telling me flock
Sit back and watch stealing my flow
Thinking I'm dumb think I don't know
Put a part through ya wave like the Red Sea
Tell my pops he could go be a dead beat
Sit back and watch stealing my flow
Thinking I'm dumb think I don't know
Put a part through ya wave like the Red Sea
Tell my pop, look
Gotta release and drop every season
Running the earth take over the region
This the beginning like it's the preseason
Gotta get back so we could be even
Copping shopping loving designer
Better repent or end up in fire
Time came to a end now he on a flyer
Then I change my attire
Make it sing like Mariah
Stay with a blade like Michael Myers
Cannot compete because I'm elite
I'm from the east where we get the breesh
Knock off ya beanie shit looking peezy
Doing him greasy better believe me
Open a td for fettuccine

Written by:
Isaiah Banks

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