The Realist G - Fryday (Freestyle)

Yeah
Ay is this thing on
Turn my headphones up a lil bit brahman
Let me tell 'em, one take, Ay

Couldn't fit in their world, I
Had to create my own ball
Rest it on da palm, I spun it around
And watch the world drown
Knock knock let 'em in
Father, please forgive my sins
Only thing I'm doin' wrong
Is tryna be a better man

Champion I might send a telegram
To Flex and David Letterman
And let 'em know to let me in on everything
I work hard, blessed I am
Probably ain't the best, I am
Please don't put me in da same room
Than all the fuckin' rest of em

Click-click Yo

But I might go
Got that killer instinct like a psycho
Tech N9ne flow with a chop blow
I flex pain and skill I do it cutthroat
Then leave da shit show like pronto
Better hop son watch da shit bro
Sidney Prescott slam da door shut
On your way out this is war brah

Just the warm up no J Cole
I pack heat in there, I'm sheer noble
Where the match at? bring gasoline
And methanol, 10 gallons of dieseline
Your turn to scream
I'ma blow this bitch to smithereens
Lean mean G grillin' murda scene
I diJeff da drama and Scarver da beef

Written by:
The Realist G, Gavin Samons

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