Marc ILL - Johnny P's Caddy Freestyle

These skillz murda beats
Step your rap up
No mercy, boy, we stat stuff
They tryna find a weakness
But I don't lack much
Learned puttin' on a show could get you clapped up
Like a standing o
I stand alone
Cuz I don't really fuck with these niggas that much
Don't get packed up
Trippin' in the worst case scenario
These rappers come and go like lil terrio
If I ever cop a Rollie
Better know that it's gon' be Barry O
Presidential
It's evident you be rushin' to the net like you Sharapova
Just to show us
Everything you copped, uh
Everything I'm not
Got me everything I got
Everything I ever dropped
I thought that shit was just gon' pop
Tryna do it all myself
Now I move different with the clock, uh
You only good as your team
I shoulda listened to my pops
Kept my enemies close, but I was missin' all my opps
Relationships turn spaceships, I'm on a mission to the top
I'm talkin' siftin' through the guap
Vacation, trippin' on a yacht
I've been focused on what's important
And now my vision gettin' cropped
Somebody always got it worse
I can't be bitchin' bout a lot
I grew up without the gunplay, but I was gettin' to my shots
Man I was tryna make a hit with no one pitchin' on my block
Shit, now these just my thoughts
You just gettin' what I jot, uh
I've been cookin' up
I'm in the kitchen with the pots
Life be funny, but it's honey when your chick thinkin' with the plot
Got em ravin' bout the bars, but I never fit in with the flock
Never fit in with the crop
Picture bettin' against me, this shit a lock
Momma told me I gotta get it while it's hot
Or it's no soup for you
I'm makin' chicken with a stock
But don't be tankin', chasin' franklins
You could lose everything you got
That's real

Written by:
Marc Hill

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