Sam Tate - Chef Tate Freestyle

Wake up early in the morning I gotta face one
When I step out man a nigga bet not say nothing
Let the smith analyze his brain he Steven a son
Yea its in my dna Ill let this k shine
Its no love for you worms like faizon
Pull up and shit on a nigga baseline
Yea we still blocking reggies like tayshawn
I herd you locking hoes down like draymond
Use to go up to crocket selling affions
Bro a bang yo shit with this mini nine
All pastors swearing that they saintifed
Till I drown em in the water they than sanked and died
He nervous I got these lil dog petrified
Tell dog to pull up we got a vet inside
Saying he the best he gone be the best that died
Herd his mans took the stance he then snitch and lied
Fuck nigga he won't make it out
I just can't stop going like my brakes went out
About to get a knew whip and get it tented out
Hang his ass on the wall like a tv mount
Free nephew they need to let my nigga don don out
Unk was selling dog food out my grandma house
Rap his body in some plastic like my grandma couch
Nigga you a bitch you should be wearing a blouse
Im getting off on this cat like jerry the mouse
I aint got a buz I need to go down south
I was a young bull I started off with a once
That was before social media I wasn't looking for clout
Now ima at your front door we checking temperatures na
2021 no time for subliminals na
Cause ill take yo life guess ima criminal na
Sea moss and alkaline good minerals na
Yea you see the squid flowing I got tentacles na
Men and black on a flash we won't remember you na
Now im yelling on the track like mystical na
Boy you bet not stand up or ill sit yo ass back down
Or ill come ying yang twins with the whisper sound
Feeling like ad how I back em down
My go got the punches like pacquiao
38 with the duck tap he put the semi down
Unk said he chilled out he put the remy down
Fuck balenciagas I know I a fendi these clowns
Im gucci I had to put the louie down
She wanna be a track star like mooski wow
Now the chopper singing at her like toosii na
Her brother want smoke tell put the lossies down
You was a bitch in high school o you ruthless now
Pop out yo trash can like Oscar the grouch
Alreadylegends taking over anti no stopping us na
Im so high im looking down at the clouds
About to hit the block and bus a juggerton
Young buck still shooting chris middleton
Im going straight to the plug fuck a middle man
Unk use to hide the work under the ceiling fan
I know a fein he'll knock yo off for a couple grams
Nigga this chef tate I anti uncle sam

Written by:
Samuel Tate

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