freestyle

You're uncool like my mother kin Suicide depression, I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win 'cause you can't truly appreciate the happiness without depression So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin Cause you can't truly appreciate the happiness without depression/ Time sits still yet to depression i am consigned Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child Confession! i've never even heard of depression And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin My rapping moves on ,from the depression First off congratulations on the win Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them Curing depression with my pen's special medicine. Eventually leading you to depression I roam like phone with no vocal reception Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen Show ‘em how much they really mean My chick riding shotgun, billie jean And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team Caged, and the wonder is seen But i wear mine on my head, supreme To win today would just seem like a lavish dream Your developmental league don’t see a team I guess these major deals ain't all they seem You ain't gotta worry no more As soon as i walk in the door I got sexy ladies all over the floor That i got sexy ladies so back up some more Some old bitch that we did before There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for I don't know.. what you're lookin' for That's why you'll find her on the floor I also have a cutie to call Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call Cause now you got me hopped up on that Now you got me hopped up on that Would you capture it, or just let it slip As deep as dawson's creek and shit I'm back on my sixty six six shit And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit Get the zippo and spark the shit And get a hall pass for this class-act shit And i'm still high, so i'm tryna dip You, you, you have to pay for that No less profit, themed when we drop shit Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip