[Lyric] Make Your Move Freestyle (BittahProphet)

You can send me a beat, and I'll pack it with the heat
Bow at my feet, c'mon niggas take a seat
And learn a lesson, from the verbal Smith and Wesson
Over the chord progression have the bitches undressin'
And I keep it comin' got the flows and the hoes
Too many of these bitches they be linin' at the doors
So we kick 'em out and tell 'em chill for a sec
Pop the disk in the deck, and watch these tricks wreck
Themselves to the sound of my rhymes
Mystical like chimes and droppin' disses like the Times
No name droppin' you could call me the Game
Just havin' fun, fuck fame, and I'm tellin you lames
That I'mma be hot till the day the I die
Inside the ground is where I'm gonna lie
When I stop, Sippin' the rum with no pop
Niggas gon' hate on me when I make it to the top
I'mma have my fun while I go up, you know the blow up
Listenin' to them done made me throw up
So I'mma end it, like Beckham man I bend it
So when you come around me don't try to fight, man befriend it