[Lyric] Long Live Mc Long Live A$AP freestyle (MC)

They like 'Mc where you be going?' Im just tree-ijuana blowing
Yall some motherfucking blood suckers, Giovanna Plowman
Letter V, im probably past you, but I dont let no cash past me
I need my chips, right up front, looking like A$AP NasT
Millionaire by 21, im hot, you ain't gotta wonder son
My flow sick, got niggas holding they stomach like a cumberbund
Suits me, money is the sum 4 1. No rhymes for no reason
Plus my crew ball like 23, no lying, no treason
Flow cold in any season, got tracks bumping like a 64'
You ain't even know I was adding people, you other rappers a bit slow
Im probably smoking in Machu Picchu, or im out in Ca
Double meanings ill never teach you, I'mma rap genius what he say
Pacifier ass rappers, niggas got a sucking problem
Run through em like tissue, yeah I got an issue, yeah I got a fucking problem
They say they gone top mine, I dont think they want it
Cause the only time they got hot lines, is when they 1-800

I'mma lyrical assassin, I could spit and run a war
But id rather get my cash in, shift shift and number 4
Shift shift and number 4, sh-sh-shift and number 4
Send you kids on blunt runs, bring my shit back from the store
This shit ain't no riddle, I ride for niggas im with
We get money, & break it down the middle like a spliff
Man, Smoking on sativa's, mean saliva when I spit
Shout out to the homie number 5, man Flacco be the shit!
20's of that purple weed, I smoke by the zip
Rocking play cloths bran' again, feeling like im kip
I keep one eye open just like Leela, I never ever slip
I could spit another 16, but this is all you get
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