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Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trippie Redd's Freestyle |
This next verse, these bars |
Yeah, uh |
I just realized that I’m a rich nigga |
My momma and poppa never made six figures |
By 2019, I’ll be at seven figures |
This my moment of clarity, let me tell it jigga |
I gave up liquor, I gave up smoking |
Knowing that the green from being sober is way more potent |
Now people poking noses in my business |
Pinocchio and they lying, trying hard to figure out |
Which ho I’m strokin' to use their lotion |
I don’t fuck bitches, I got a wife now |
Young nigga, grown rich nigga lifestyle |
I could line every rapper up right now |
And fade 'em with the bars to make every one of 'em lie down |
Sleep, Poké Flute couldn’t wake 'em up |
Poke a stick at they body |
Now po-po about to bring the cuts |
Oh no, I’m 'bout to do a bid |
Oh shit, they 'bout to free the kid |
Killin' bad rappers is legal across the nation, bitch |
Die, die, die, die, die |
And I say it with passion |
Half these people talkin' shit don’t say shit |
When you leave the Internet |
And you just happen to see 'em in passin' |
It’s just harder to see them outside of the actin' |
It’s more harder to see them outside of the laughin' |
When they only with they friends and sayin' that your album trash |
When right before they looked you in your face |
And told you you were snappin' |
They the ones that stab your back in when they catch you lackin' |
They the ones that shouldn’t have been in the womb instead of nappin' |
Capitalizin' off of these niggas lackin', what the fuck happened? |
Niggas turned to kingpins, Twitter fingers they get to tappin' |
Must’ve pushed the key under the tab, all your words is cappin' |
Bitch, I am the captain |
Bitch, I am the chief |
Bitch, I am the priest when I wake |
Bitch, you are deceased |
Bitch, you are control, alt, delete |
Bitch, be gone for me |
Bitch, you need to think before you speak |
Bitch, you came to someone’s |
Bitch, you panic knowing I don’t need no XL stamp to excel |
I just got 20 bands and transportation in a XL |
To make them throw their hands up and scream my lyrics |
Meanwhile, people talkin' |
Got me askin' «Where you at?"without a Nextel |
No, for real, where you at? |
The internet still? |
No, for real, where you at? |
Your mama crib still? |
No for real, where you at? |
My comment section usin' cracked iPhone 5Ss to hate my blessin’s |
Wildin', click your page |
All I see is, «This profile page is private» |
With a profile picture of Michael Jordan’s face cryin' |
Probably 'cause I’m ballin' like I’m Lebron and you retired |
While a nigga still chasin' them rings like Blac Chyna |
No major labels, keepin' up with niggas on major labels |
When I sign, the label’s keepin' up with me, you won’t be able |
Eatin' at my table, you ain’t cool enough and that’s the lingo |
Now I put the classmates that used to laugh up on my payroll |
Ho, I think I’m better than Cole, better than Dot |
Fuck a tweet, bitch I’m just as good as Biggie and Pac |
R.I.P., this my Kodak, Lil Xan, and Yachty talk |
Akademiks cover him, Adam 22 with the shots |
Y’all ain’t got No Jumpers |
Double entendre, double entendre |
You ain’t catch it? |
Well, that’s your problem |
This ain’t no dissin', this ain’t no hate |
But keep it real, this is the Freshmen I didn’t make? |
In other words, all of you rappers is just steak |
When you fallin' off the bone of them charts, I’m eatin' your plate |
You can’t put me in a class when I’m busy teachin' 'em lessons |
So next year, don’t even hit me to be a Freshmen |
I’m gon' fuck it up |
Too many bodies, too many stretchers |
Better buckle up |
Too much gas and I’m in a Tesla |
Test the 'Rosa in my future, they sleepin' |
I got the rooster, they seated |
I got the booster, I’m seein' over these losers |
Please book me, Lollapalooza |
I’m blowin', it’s like a tuba |
I’d blow his head with a Ruger if he hot and can’t cool up |
I’m blowin' like I’m a cougar’s jaws, who’s involved? |
Whose acoustics make it sound like he’s infused with Nas |
Mixed with Gucci, cross him without a cross light |
And you gon' see the cross roads twice |
Rest in Peace Phife |
You gon' see life, pass before you better be nice |
'Cause I will body everybody |
If I see sight of a nigga that don’t even blink right |
Shoutout YBN Cordae, IDK is my name |
Hi, this Trippie verse, bye |
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