[Verse 1: Justin Freeman]
Black on black in my soul
Black on black the skin tone
Better back on back the kids known to spaz on tracks don't get close
No cap it's facts I spit coke like glasses cracked they get broke or
Cataracts inside habitats I get smoke
All you average cats can't get close to seeing me at all
Pack your bags and get ghost look
There's a difference between me and yall I'm [?] and all
The da Vinci of scheming and bars
Had meetings with god and trust me being like yall wasn't seen in the clause
Imma go for broke scratch the nap
Note for note, track for track, roses thrown, platinum plaques I'm number one that literally means I'm overdose I passed my match I'm leaving em comatose yeah that's a nap
They don't really want no smoke don't ask for that
Not at all. all of yall are weaker than rare ribbons
That just went over your head dinent yeah
I'm pretty sure that were all in agreement that target and freemans on par with comedic I follow the logic and reason I don't buy bull
They only brought the garden for eatin you rappers alive and I harbour these bars to distinguish the thoughts of a novice from genius that think they on route to the crown and the plaque till i give them the K now they all in their feelings I don't got a ceiling, nah
F that I never want to see a [problem?]
I just want all of the goats to admit that I'm dope as they toast to the legacy I leave behind
Don't be as blind redefine by a peace of mind
F that I don't ever want to see a [problem?]
I just want all of the goats to admit that I'm dope as they toast to the legacy I leave behind
I'll keep the climb
[Chorus: Justin Freeman]
I don't take pics
It don't make dollars then it don't make sense
They say don't talk that homie don't say this put the clip into your mouth till the whole thing fit till the whole thing ugh
Don't make hits
If it don't make dollars then it don't make spit if you don't speak knowledge then you don't make sense put the clip into your mouth till the whole thing fit till the whole thing ugh
[Verse 2: Justin Freeman]
Six two dark skin complexion
But underneath I'm a [ben ten selection?] wordplay I think I got the skill perfected to understand what I mean listen here's a question which one of you weak wannabes want war with my warriors when we are wielding weapons coz we won't wave [?]
Once we whip and wave the smith and wessen its a blessing wishing you'll get the message listen sessions have me uninterested make moves on my own I'm not into guessing rock punks with the metal like this is zeppelin ugh
As long as I got this gift I talk with wit regardless of props I get
I keep a middle finger up for those not convinced and now its stuck up narcissism yall can kiss my ugh
[Chorus: Justin Freeman]
I don't take pics
It don't make dollars then it don't make sense
They say don't talk that homie don't say this put the clip into your mouth till the whole thing fit till the whole thing ugh
Don't make hits
If it don't make dollars then it don't make spit if you don't speak knowledge then you don't make sense put the clip into your mouth till the whole thing fit
[Verse 3: Justin Freeman]
Aye, wait a minute I'm changing the whole vibe
Keep climbing up till I'm greater than most guys
I mean so high there's angels and souls flying and no I'm not god but they'll say I'm the most high, I
Know that there's hatred on both sides I'm taken and don't mind I'm paying it no mind the statements I pro-vide are pains that don't die amazing at all times the day that it don't lie
Like
What fool do yall take me for all that's gonna do is make me more
Angry towards these beats where I crafts with the greatest form and leak ink till it stains the floor I'm not changing course
Head first not retreating I keep treating the beat like a feast and I speak seasoning for these reasons I'm legally been people that don't stop growing never reach ceilings
Black on black in my soul
Black on black the skin tone
Better back on back the kids known to spaz on tracks don't get close
No cap it's facts I spit coke like glasses cracked they get broke or
Cataracts inside habitats I get smoke
All you average cats can't get close to seeing me at all
Pack your bags and get ghost look
There's a difference between me and yall I'm [?] and all
The da Vinci of scheming and bars
Had meetings with god and trust me being like yall wasn't seen in the clause
Imma go for broke scratch the nap
Note for note, track for track, roses thrown, platinum plaques I'm number one that literally means I'm overdose I passed my match I'm leaving em comatose yeah that's a nap
They don't really want no smoke don't ask for that
Not at all. all of yall are weaker than rare ribbons
That just went over your head dinent yeah
I'm pretty sure that were all in agreement that target and freemans on par with comedic I follow the logic and reason I don't buy bull
They only brought the garden for eatin you rappers alive and I harbour these bars to distinguish the thoughts of a novice from genius that think they on route to the crown and the plaque till i give them the K now they all in their feelings I don't got a ceiling, nah
F that I never want to see a [problem?]
I just want all of the goats to admit that I'm dope as they toast to the legacy I leave behind
Don't be as blind redefine by a peace of mind
F that I don't ever want to see a [problem?]
I just want all of the goats to admit that I'm dope as they toast to the legacy I leave behind
I'll keep the climb
[Chorus: Justin Freeman]
I don't take pics
It don't make dollars then it don't make sense
They say don't talk that homie don't say this put the clip into your mouth till the whole thing fit till the whole thing ugh
Don't make hits
If it don't make dollars then it don't make spit if you don't speak knowledge then you don't make sense put the clip into your mouth till the whole thing fit till the whole thing ugh
[Verse 2: Justin Freeman]
Six two dark skin complexion
But underneath I'm a [ben ten selection?] wordplay I think I got the skill perfected to understand what I mean listen here's a question which one of you weak wannabes want war with my warriors when we are wielding weapons coz we won't wave [?]
Once we whip and wave the smith and wessen its a blessing wishing you'll get the message listen sessions have me uninterested make moves on my own I'm not into guessing rock punks with the metal like this is zeppelin ugh
As long as I got this gift I talk with wit regardless of props I get
I keep a middle finger up for those not convinced and now its stuck up narcissism yall can kiss my ugh
[Chorus: Justin Freeman]
I don't take pics
It don't make dollars then it don't make sense
They say don't talk that homie don't say this put the clip into your mouth till the whole thing fit till the whole thing ugh
Don't make hits
If it don't make dollars then it don't make spit if you don't speak knowledge then you don't make sense put the clip into your mouth till the whole thing fit
[Verse 3: Justin Freeman]
Aye, wait a minute I'm changing the whole vibe
Keep climbing up till I'm greater than most guys
I mean so high there's angels and souls flying and no I'm not god but they'll say I'm the most high, I
Know that there's hatred on both sides I'm taken and don't mind I'm paying it no mind the statements I pro-vide are pains that don't die amazing at all times the day that it don't lie
Like
What fool do yall take me for all that's gonna do is make me more
Angry towards these beats where I crafts with the greatest form and leak ink till it stains the floor I'm not changing course
Head first not retreating I keep treating the beat like a feast and I speak seasoning for these reasons I'm legally been people that don't stop growing never reach ceilings
( Justin Freeman )
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