[Lyric] Flows Fu-Gee-La Freestlye (Frizelli Makavelli)

[Verse 1: Frizelli Makavelli]
Frizelli Makavelli yeah he been a OG
Pop open a bottle 40 Oz. of OE
I wanna see the world, what's it got to show me
Everywhere I go, I'mma bring my homies
If you didn't know this
Now you know this
New England boy, my flows the coldest
18 years old
Been set in stone
Hail Mary touchdown pass we gettin' throwed
Maxin' out team with me type of shit I love to do
Beastcoast forever but my teams holds a W
Do it nonchalant like I ain't even me to trouble you
Feelings' aren't forever, pretty soon I bet they love it to
Place a wager cause that's something that i'll bet on
These dudes change their lanes so they crash going head on
One more shot, my face numb like a dead arm
These girls' think they're players
They're the ones' that gettin' lead on!
The real dudes say I getcha'
These haters just mad cause they ain't even in the picture
Homies' and liquor, that's the secret that's the mixture
If you ain't down then 10 second Tom, boy forget ya
[Hook]

[Verse 2: Frizelli Makavelli]
I didn't have a choice so I had to make this move
You see the kid start grindin' and his rates improve
Didn't do, good in school so I had something to prove
That I wasn't just a loser who had nothing to do
And it's like that, It's a bitch and it bites back
See me on the comeup but how come they never write back
They won't even get a strike back
You don't see a star?
Bitch where the fuck ya sights at
But now I'm all up on this game grind
I'm not playin' though, can't call it game time
One in the same, but not the same mind
I'm runnin' the game, at the same time
I'd rather make it sooner, and not do it later
I spit raw shit, every single letter greater
I'm gettin cheddar, need to get myself a grater
How's it feel? [What feel?] To be a fuckin' hater