Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Calabasas Freestyle, artist - Jaden. Album song The Sunset Tapes: A Cool Tape Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MSFTSMusic, Roc Nation
Song language: English
A Calabasas Freestyle |
This that fresh whip |
Pull the checks, receipt stashed, straight to the palm, drippin' |
I been gone too long, feel like it’s all different (Oh) |
Swear, I’ve been nowhere specific |
In between destinations and flyin' over the Pacific |
And all these jets that we rented |
I seen niggas fumble with frames, tryna keep up they image |
I write writtens to break the bars of your mental prison |
Stencil hieroglyphs with colored pencils to Central Britain |
This is potential business, the monster has awoken |
And they stressed 'cause he’s dressing different |
And gassin' the freshest niggas, you’re fuckin' fantastic |
And your fashion is Activision (Whoo) |
No wonder they act suspicious, they mad defensive |
Man, they couldn’t even grasp most practical sense |
Fuck it, I’m blasted, I’m reckless (Oh shit) |
With no actual past, it’s impressive |
Rap is just one of my fetishes, like a dragon that’s pregnant |
Young boys lyin' on they records (Whoo) |
Baby if I say I got the cash, it’s a factual sentence |
This is drastically different (Woah) |
That’s why I had to drop the tape just to gradually shift it |
Why this lil' nigga wearin' rags if he got all the riches? |
Shadow boxin' demons, diggin' ditches for all of these lizards |
When I’m finished with 'em |
And they can’t understand my intentions (No) |
Man, they can’t understand my inventions (Yeah) |
Wish I had a intervention when I was stuck in detention (Whoo) |
Ten black sheep deep, they just want us to blend in (Oh) |
That’s what the neural net will say when the AI is sentient |
I’m a art connoisseur, hope you all remember this |
And tell the future Kama Sutra, got the latest, let 'em in |
I’m just a youngin' but I got the knowledge like a veteran |
Oh my, 'nother young black boy dead again |
Fuck this, 'bout to blow the top off, let it rip |
No shade, new figures, new clip |
These niggas won’t stick, try to put us in the chains |
I just bought a new wrist, I just bought a new whip |
Put the vision on the top, say we too hubris |
Tried to kick us out the block, I been on my new shit |
Man we come if you ready or not |
Man I’m with the squad, they got all the guap |
We don’t ever see you at the spot, they just talk a lot |
Ooh, woah (Ooh, yuh) |
They just like to talk a lot |
Ooh, woah (Yuh, damn) |
Yah (Tell 'em we on the way) |
Nah, we need a big table in the party |
The big table, the one in the middle (Yah) |
You already know what it is |
Tell Jordan I’m back in his city, no games |
Somebody get Azi on the phone with a loud pack |
Nah, nah, nah, I need the, I need the spaghetti from Toscanova |
With the olive oil and the garlic |
With the motherfuckin' truffle fries with no cheese, nigga |
We rabid, what you thought it was? |
(Yah, ayy, yah) |
Ayy, yah |
Yah, ayy, yah |
Chances are I’m just drunk, get him another GoPro, let’s go |
(Yah, ayy, yah) |