Tha X-Mann and NastyNate - No Effort Freestyle

Better stay in your lane
Better stay in your place
When i walk in the building
I make you feel out of place
I don’t want the neck baby
I want the face
But I keep a extra rubber on me just in case
Nigga flyer than a cockpit on a plane
Bitch I am the shit
You can smell from a mile away
Why these niggas steady talking? They seem really strange
Coming for deposits
So that mean nobody safe
Pussy nigga talking he get hit without a trace
Bitch, Bitch Nah I aint leaving a trace
I was eighteen with my young nigga Devin
Yeah my young nigga Jace
We ran it up went and copped me a case
I’m smoking on doser you know that it’s laced
I roll me a blunt
I take that to the face
Look, yeah
That’s on my waist
I got that thirty
I’m doing em dirty
If I’m on the streets
Then i’m ballin like curry
I’m making this money
I told em don’t worry
I’m sipping on double
My vision look blurry
I told her shave cause that shit looking furry Look
I told her shave cause that shit looking furry
I’m making money
I told em don’t worry look
This how we doing
Young niggas winning you losing
This is the life that i’m choosing
You don’t want smoke with me
I’ma real G
N A T to the E
My style be free and its straight off the dome
Run in yo trap then I run in yo home
I’m in ya yard
I’m just like a gnome
Smoking on kush
You know that i’m stoned
I’m only twenty
I feel like i’m grown
Bitch ima dog
Woof needa bone
Look I’m bout to bark
Roll up a swisher
You know imma spark
Remember them days we was stuck in the dark
Bitch you a fish and you know imma shark
I’m in the sea
Y’all better know imma eater
Chasing them checks like a cheetah
I’m rolling gas
And you know i love reefer
My first name Wiz
My last is Khalifa Look
All in my pressure
He talking down he get put on a stretcher
I’m out in Cali
I just copped a tesla
Uh Look It’s driving itself
I did this shit by myself
Addicted to money
I needed my wealth
I’m chasing money
Ain’t worried about health
I’m bout to smoke till my lungs be giving out
Oh that’s what we doing?
Typical lyrical rapping ass nigga
I do the unthinkable
I told her i’d fuck her
Won’t love her or cuff her
Because i just keep it a minimal
Bad to the bone
Smooth criminal
I got the flow that is rhythmical
You niggas is frauds, fibs fakes
You telling stories that’s fictional
I am the real the original
These niggas so hurt that it’s critical
Flow is too cold needa check on the temperature
I do not fuck with you miniatures
Fuck all that dissing and all the subliminal’s
I got too much on my schedule
You niggas irregular
I am too clever
You will never be my competitor
Lil bitch

Written by:
Exavier Perry, Nate Praschak

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