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Freestyle
Hip-Hop/Rap
Freestyle was released on October 28, 2022 by WSTSDE MOB as a part of the album Roses, Glokks & Thoughts - EP
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Release DateOctober 28, 2022
LabelWSTSDE MOB
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessey Derchie Kumah
Jessey Derchie Kumah
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Whole lotta fake **** so I freestyle with my eyes close
School and streets but the M I C what I chose
Fore' you get along make sure you get the full dose
Forget Akrobeto, bitchy **** got the big nose
Whole lotta bands gotta pull up my pants
Got a whole lotta fans they be doin my dance
Teachers be the real goats but the studio my class
I'm a rapper with no caps but you don't stand a chance
[Verse 1]
Fill it up double cup with the amigos
With my golf stick I go woo like I'm Pop Smoke
3 bitches bad and boujie call em the Migos
White mustache I'm only Santa I don't sniff coke
Paid for the Louis bag not on credit
I hit the gas money too much
Two bands make my jeans sag
Hit the blunt when I lit it
Efo get the pass two body bags
For your soul and your bitch I snatched
Es ist was es ist when we come around you tryna tag along
You should get higher than the fuckin cloud
Streets ain't safe paw paw that's how the glokk sound
I'm shooting higher to the top, to make my momma proud
Dripped in Christian Dior but my flow ain't biblical
Two many points but this thing ain't symmetrical
Real MVP Luka Doncic with the style
When I shoot 3 points Steph Curry with the sound
[Chorus]
Whole lotta fake **** so I freestyle with my eyes close
School and streets but the M I C what I chose
Fore' you get along make sure you get the full dose
Forget Akrobeto, bitchy **** got the big nose
[Verse 2]
Sometimes I rap
Sometimes I sing
Sometimes I do drugs just to numb the pain
This life really stinks gets harder when I think
It don't matter how I look but better if I do
Like a slice of spice from the food of a cook
It's getting serious now
I know ima change when I wake in a bullion van
Thousands on my left
But my right would be a cooler crowd
Too many haters but it's all love now
If I had no mom I wouldn't be alive now
But I'm alone now these drugs make me forget my name
Take the pain, drain away feel okay
Two years you gon feel lame but I don't do so
I left my hood for the right hustle
Like the wright brothers
Always think about my late uncle
He had numbers he left with colors and brothers
Like sailors and ballers with jailers
And killers who killed lions
And fathers like gangsters
Who shot they brothers and hunters
Who shot on vultures and creatures
And teachers who hate they students
Give me a drink my throat dry now
He dissed the wrong dude he boutta cry now
You chose your fate and this is it, like how
Your mommy no tell you say no be every siren be wow wow
Your mommy no tell you say no be every siren be wow wow
[Chorus]
Whole lotta fake **** so I freestyle with my eyes close
School and streets but the M I C what I chose
Fore' you get along make sure you get the full dose
Forget Akrobeto, bitchy **** got the big nose
Whole lotta bands gotta pull up my pants
Got a whole lotta fans they be doin my dance
Teachers be the real goats but the studio my class
I'm a rapper with no caps but you don't stand a chance
Written by: Jessey Derchie Kumah
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