Camrhen - Best Ever (Freestyle)

I'm the best ever
I'm the most brutal and vicious and most ruthless champion
There's ever been, there's no one can stop me
Lennox is a conqueror? No, I'm Alexander
He's no Alexander I'm the best ever
There's never been anybody as ruthless, I'm Sonny Liston
I'm Jack Dempsey, there's no one like, I'm from their cloth
There's no one that can match me
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious
I want your heart, I want to eat his children
Praise be to Allah
Bae i'm good for now, I only got one goal to make my mama proud
I'm tryna see my future not me in the ground
These niggas want a feature told them move around
Yea, we gone gun him down
That nigga talk on the net, he a runner now
I just went got me a check, shit like 50 thou
I just went got a patek, know my time is now
Bae don't let me down, I had too many people go and let me down
You can hear my sound, marching down your block with fifty chops
Bitch i'm gone surround
She get tossed around
I gave that lil bitch to gang if I don't want her toss her round
I might switch the flow up, I took to many percs bitch i'm finna throw up
I like to mix the wok, up with all my sodas
Brand new SRT, i'm just doing donuts
We put that boy on a tee, tell him he don't know us
All that talk is cheap, boy you gotta show us
Gas it really stank, come smell the aroma
Chop hit that boy in his chest, thought it was a coma
Spinning down his block, like it's Oklahoma
I stay with my brothers i'm not talking Jonas
That bitch think she on me, how the opps thinking that they on us
Bitch i'm smoking to the beat, russian cream, 3.5, mix it with a pour up
I been round the world they all know who I am
You the type of nigga see a bitch and give her bands
I'm the type of nigga that won't even hold her hand
I just fucked up Saks with pocket change, it's your advance
Just cause i'm the rapper don't mean you should take a chance
No, cause it's dangerous, bad bitch hit my line, can't respond she scandalous
Got designer on, there ain't shit a nigga handed us
Put that boy in Saint John's, I don't mean evangelists
My whole team got a stick and drum, look like a band with us
I can name fifty times, these niggas abandoned us
I can name a hunnid times, opps went and run from us
Like a new glock, ain't no way a nigga jamming us
You get two shots, if you miss, then we gone send you up

Written by:
Camrhen Blevins

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