H.G.T.V. Freestyle

(Eardrummers) (Mike Will Made-It) Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater (yo) The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement (yo) Jokers at the top know the king is nothin' to play with (yo) Nine to five money is just as sweet as the grave shift (yo) El presidenté, Blowbama, blow by ya Chopper next to me in every picture, Osama Oh mama, they question my starting line up You only find a diamond from diggin' like coal miners Don't listen to 'em, Desiigner The same rappers talkin' next year will be Uber drivers (fuck 'em) Chanel dad hats, but you don't know that they got 'em Trap door shopper, they rotate the wall So you will never see me as you rotate the mall 330 spin, cook a steak up on this grill Me myself and I, we like a hamster in the wheel Rolls emblem, Black Virginian Pull in a neighborhood I don't blend in Album of the year contender every year The kitchen's full of work, it's blenders everywhere Blended bitches everywhere that do the most (the most) They never seen with him so they fuck his ghost Invisible man, timepiece with the invisible hands MJ, remember the time they counted in sand Hourglass But mine come with purse and heels And the DIY Gucci with the crest and shields It's too far gone when the realest ain't real I walk amongst the clouds, so your ceilings ain't real These niggas Call of Duty 'cause their killings ain't real With a questionable pen, so the feelin' ain't real Rap's John Grisham I can paint the picture with the words if you listen (shh) The bar's been lowered, the well's run dry They beefin' over melodies, but no, not I (yugh) See, I'm so top five If they factor in the truth, I just might just blow by Blowbama