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23 Freestyle
Casey Veggies
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Yeah
Yeah
Aw man
Long live the real, man, long live my brothers
You know, i do this shit for real, man, not the internet
Shout out my brother T.reg
West side shit, we goin' crazy
Young veggies
How you take a break, chill, then go back to the top?
Niggas switch up when you down then double back when you pop
All them fabricated numbers, you ain't actually hot
Like fuck this fame shit, I'm probably goin' back to the block
Like fuck these lames, I'ma run it up
You talkin' like you changed the game, but you ain't done enough
Girl, we ain't the same, you can't treat me like no runner up
Don't need no watch or no chain, I'm a one of one
Like Khaled, this another one (damn)
Swear we had the visions, just with no direction
Like we on the same thing, just with no connection
Waitress bring me bottles, all these groupies in my section
When you love the game, can't be scared to show affection
That's how I'm coming in
Light flow before a fight the way I'm coming in
Yeah it's time to show these niggas who the one again
For all that pain i went through, that's on my brother name
All the racks, I'm dominatin'
(Count 'em, yeah I'm done with it)
I told that girl call me the boy, not my government
These niggas fly, but i can't stop because i love the shit
The rap business is like pop, these niggas chasing hits
Could I be jeans on that cash rate
Told her don't be shy, you could get it if you ask, baby
Smoke away my problems, then i put it in that ashtray
Came up from the bottom, i ain't get that shit the fast way
Big shit poppin', I could never go outside
Brand new Seren I put my baby in the back
Looking up to my mama, she know how i spit my lap
Looking up to my brother, he can get it when i ain't have it
Looking up to my pops, big joe is automatic
I let you have your time to eat, i guess i was fasting
Twin turbo engine in the coupe, i almost crashed it
Baby, you too fake to be my boo, your love is plastic
Shawty want them back shots till she have a Spasm
Crazy when I hop up in that booth, you know i'm spazzing
Bullshit ain't gon' last, real shit forever lasting
They play my shit from time to time, i guess this a classic
I had to take the long way and niggas thought they passed me
Shawty want me, wine or dine, i put her in some fashion
Playin' with these lames, baby, I ain't like your last nigga
A milli' on my mind, like lil Wayne I'm 'bout cash money
Really, I praise God, he gave me everything i asked from him
(Really, I praise God, he gave me everything I asked from him)
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