Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bodega Bay Freestyle, artist - Rexx Life Raj.
Date of issue: 01.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bodega Bay Freestyle |
Ay, look |
Ay, clearin' out my mind so I can see well |
Bodega Bay with my chick we pickin' up seashells |
Lately I’ve been writing these raps and leaving out details |
People around me thinkin' I’m happy I guess I grieve well, yeah |
But you can see it in my eyes, luckily I grew and I learned how to |
compartmentalize |
Yeah, look |
Some would sit and cry but I got energized |
I’m not even thinkin' when I write this shit feel memorized |
Ay, you niggas passive aggressive |
They off th Hennessy I might pop a tab in my section |
Look, niggas li in they raps so you know they’ll cap if you let ‘em |
Plus they ain’t choose rap skills they just rock a rapper aesthetic |
That’s why when they see the real niggas win it always feel epic |
You could wear 100 chains but we judge by a different metric |
How many times has what you put in these lines been mistook for treasure |
How many lives you changed from the rhymes that you put together, look |
I got here from all the shit I gave this just a reaction |
Now I’m actin' out in Alpharetta in a G Wagon |
Niggas lustin' over this yellow bitch that I’m tea baggin' |
All them people round you weigh you down and keep your feet draggin' |
Ay look, I’m activated |
Huh, we active baby |
Business growin' so is my payroll so you have to pay me |
I been clockin' numbers and talkin' to my accountant lately |
Now I know why they move to Texas my nigga tax is crazy |
Look at what I been through then look at how I continue |
All I had was pen and pad when I needed someone to vent to |
Whip like Bobby le Flay and I’m servin' it off the menu |
How many favors I gotta give you ‘fore you learn that it ain’t in you, yeah |
Linda’s son do it for my mom wish she was here today |
Let the tears wash over my soul and clear the fear away |
This shit made a man out of me and he here to stay |
Go to Matawa and autopilot and then veer away |
Yeah, look |
All that I endured made me more mature |
I made mistakes but I ain’t trip too much I know my heart is pure |
Let these niggas think they stuntin' on me I’m like oh for sure |
I let ‘em win at shit that doesn’t matter there’s the Art of War |
Ay, I been livin' life in a revolving door between being content with what I |
have and always wantin' more |
Real niggas don’t get awards the positive shit get ignored |
Still find a way to stay in harmony that’s why I struck a chord |
I understand that it’s a longer road til I see my reward |
Might pop an addy cause my drug of choice coulda been purple porridge |
Lean sipper, in the right environment a bean flipper |
Out in Malibu with the whites like look at these niggas |
Hey, yeah |
Ay, look at these niggas |
I got my shit straight from the grow out bro we breathe different |
I start my whip with my iPhone my keys different |
No I ain’t come here with no bitches I bet I leave with ‘em |
No I bet I leave with all the hoes, I mean the hoes I wanna leave with |
I don’t wanna leave with all the bitches that seems like a lot |
You could have 98% of these women in here I don’t wanna take ‘em |
Unless her name is Susàn, has anybody seen Susàn? |
Is Susàn by the bar buying Hennessy? |
Susàn, we’ve been looking for you for 4 years Susàn |
Come with me I have… I’ll call the Uber |
You could s-, um, it might be a- a ride share Uber so you might have to sit in |
the middle |
But that’s besides the point I’ll give you a ride |
I- I don’t care who you came with Susàn that is not my problem |
People have been looking for you for 4 years Susàn |
Did you change your hair? |
It looks good |
Is it- what kind of blonde is that? |
Cherry blonde? |
I don’t- I mean all blonde look the same to me I’m a nigga so I’m just kinda |
sayin' shit for real |