3xm Soul - Kitchen Freestyle

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Nigga Shaun
Nigga Rock
Nigga Bass

Finna hit the top
Never finna stop
Finna bend the lock
Investing in a stock
Rapping till i snot
Who you finna mock

Not me
Overworking like I'm Rock Lee
Make her cum till she knock kneed
Not a drug dealer just drop keys

Not a thug either let me say sum
I ain't see no way had to make one
Up late at night eating cake crumbs
Tell her sock it to me then shake some
Got her heart burning bitch take tums
I fw everybody ion hate none
I'm the wrong nigga you wanna make numb
Yea I speak life but I'll take one

Wassup baby what's good
There's more life than the hood
Know a couple Stacy's from the wood
Don't be a woulda coulda should
Don't brag about where you stood
Cause you coulda made it with a push
Where you standing now gotta cook
Get to stirring bitches with a look

I'm bout to erupt just like Pompeii
They ask how I'm doing I say that I'm great
Knowing damn well I'm fueling with hate
I fight it alone it's something I'll shake

Cause I ain't got time to fuck with the fake
I'm rapping in pain Nigga what's in the safe
I'm livin Movie can't see when I take
I do my own stunts I wrestled a snake

And I ain't been trippin
The rain made it slick but I ain't been slipping
Gymnastics my bitch but I ain't been flippin
Life moving slow but I ain't been sippin

Hold up bitch
Count up my ends
Do I love you
Bitch it depends
Balance my sins
do it again
Fam over friends
Pain bruising the skin

Yea yea
I want a old skool fuck a Benz
These niggas finna lose imma win
Ain't nothing imma choose over zen
Piss me off catch 2 to the chin
Put a nigga in the dryer make 'em spin
I'm finna change the view break a Lens
Reality grew in my pin
Controlling my life like a sim

Written by:
Timothy Sherrell

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