GRM Daily
One Mic Freestyle
[Intro]
Yeah
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Uh, [?]
(Kaia Beats)
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[Verse]
I ain't really got the voice unless I'm rappin' them
But I just got me an account, I guess I'm managin'
My killy 5'6 and skinny, you could batter him
But he got faith in his blicky, he ain't panickin'
I never sign off on no gossip, on no Twitter beefs
I'm at your door with no on the house delivery
She fluff my pillows when I'm ill and my throat tickly
And that's the only way she's ever gettin' sick of me
I seen blood do me dirty, I still love him though
I ain't seen my niece or dad, a mere touch and go
I used to watch my money leave and I would suffer slow
And now my women aren't thе only thing that come and go
I never strеss nor panic when he tap my phone
I knew noodles were the only things that's at my home
Where I'm from, don't drive your rentals 'less you know the bros
God forbid they turn your Rolls into a Holy ghost
Please don't be fooled by no love songs, see me with some gloves on
That's something you should run from, trust me
Not a pretty n***a, but my girl looks lovely
It's ugly, I was hittin' licks by my mumsy's
Guy from the mud so don't judge me
Thinkin' [?] the boss-man, then sell it for a monkey
And if he don't trust it then we slap it up on Gumtree
And hope that the buyer comes buzzin' off of skunk weed
Need me a thousand different hustles, I ain't rusty
I can't say I love it though, I know it don't love me
I know how far I'm tryna take it if they bump me
And have a full body like he slappin' on a onesie
Never been the type of lil' n***a you can style on
Even with no weapon I was somethin' I can count on
N***a had his mask up, he was aimin' it for how long?
Machine stopped workin', bro, you should've used cow dung, shit
See in my eyes, I ain't there all the time
And I don't really think my mind's clear all the time
And she want a n***a that'll ride full throttle, but I'm weird
So it's hard for me to care all the time
And I don't know what to call it
If it's an illness livin' in the sticks, I think most of us caught it
Some my n***as wanna get their heads sorted, but we in the hood, how the fuck can we afford it?
Yo, ain't wanna smile in them pictures but we force it
If I address some real issues, then it's awkward
Love ain't what it seems, it's distorted
Before they'll ride for your death, they'll record it
I don't like how I'm looked at lately, I know that bang up broad day really shook that lady
I know she listens to my music so she talk that crazy
But sorry to dissapoint, I'm a hoodrat, baby
Can't argue with some n***as, it's a complex thought
I'm tryna cop a magazine, fuck a complex talk
'Member how we used to see them and they'd sweat
It's funny now, I seen 'em drillin' on the net
I guess it's easy when you steppin' in a booth
No facts, just vibes, and the Henny with the juice
See my name, I hope you're tellin' 'em the truth
[?] boy, I get you peppered in your stu'