Hakim - Orville Redenbacher (Freestyle)

Is time to crown this n***a as the goat
When the game so watered down
And I still stayed afloat
I got every crown
And that’s no Crayola that I tote
Whole catalog solid
Every single thing I wrote
Yeah
All factual
I studied art of war
Thats every single move is with precision and i’m tactical
Look
Them stories that you tell are not practical
Your lifestyle fictional
Whole career laughable
They don’t speak
When in arms reach
What I say goes
When I say so
It’s Kapeesh
You not mobsters
Nominate you for Oscars
I don’t bend my back like I was working on my posture
No diced tomato’s in my shrimp scampi pasta
Son’d so many rappers its apparent that I foster
Zoidberg on my plate
Fries by the lobster
One eye open
Get snipped from the saucer
Y’all go from selling weed
Work part time for your 9-5
Now all a sudden you king pen
Y’all ain’t real made men
Ego’s get stroked
Then somebody cross the line
Then HAKIM gotta take 10
That’s 10 bodies
Meaning that’s 10 homi’s
Meaning that’s 5 funerals
Plus 5
You got me
At this point its a hobby man
Cause none of y’all are me
Me & God talked about it and my n***a he agreed
See a goofy in my way
I gotta tell him take a seat
Put that beam to your burger
For creating fake beef
I don’t feel none of that talking that ya’ll rapping over beats
I’m the reason why you walking
I can gladly give you wings
Yeah
Don’t be oblivious
I’m not with that silly s**t
You not about a bag
You know we can’t do no business then
You don’t see the vision man
I don’t like a simpleton
Do it for the love
You can’t do it for the millions
My old flows will still body a n***a
Money to your ear in pictures but who’s pockets is bigger
Who making moves that’ll change lives for everybody in they circle
I’m trying to make this corn pop ever since a kernel
These Orville Redenbacher’s flows
I know they gotta hurt you
Harrison Dillard with this shit cause what’s another hurdle
You going to see that s**t curdle before you ever milk me
Fertilize the coast with flows they knowing that i’m never kidding
Out here like somebody fixed me
Now I got the ball
Super cocky when i’m getting shifty
And that’s word to Kobe
They can’t hold me how I got the city
Manifested this last year when s**t was looking gritty
Lost angels but I still got 8 until the clip is empty
God I know how much they envy
See it when they coming friendly
I ain’t got no hate inside my heart
I just can’t do no pity
Crazy when this s**t was looking dark I had to keep it litty
God the chef and when that plate served
Ain’t no time for picky
Yeah
Aint no time for picky
I’m obsessed with outdoing everything I’ve ever done
Underdog forever
Working like the boy has never won

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