I.R - My Psychic Freestyle

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, Dollar bill y'all
Born in O-three
Only deluxe flows you know me
I ain't influenced these n*****
Man they sold heat, Sold cheap
Rap game ain't cocaine
Nowadays I be just in my domain
The soul train, tryna get rich of rap
Nigerian noir kid
Who this bitch call black, damn
I'm finna snap on these n***** like I'm a rubber band
Hammer on the right
Microphone on the other hand
Brother man, Brother man
H2O my brother man
All my bars are illegal
I got contraband
Try to understand
I don't feels safe
Feel like any n**** finna spit on my face
Insulting my race
Ain't no n**** taking my place
I got a mace
Finna spray it over the place, damn
Dodge shit like I was Jackie Robbs
You ain't coming home tonight better tell your moms, uh
And that's what's up in my psychic
Shawty finna cause she wear Nike

Written by:
I.R, Irele Uduokhai

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