Rapping On The Couch (Freestyle)

Yo, I haven't wrote a song in a while

I guess I've been down

Guess I didn't the have energy to pick a pen up

Shit, I barely have the energy to crack smiles

Similar to back in the class, I was barely gonna pass

With a flask full of Jack and a book full of raps and an ear full of laughs

Similar to back when I barely had some money for the gas, ask

Pops if I can borrow the car today

Someone asked me to be on a song today

And they said I can do a couple shows wit' em

If I help them sell a couple of tickets at the mall today

But hey

I know you wanna see me keep a job

Keep school first, blah blah blah

But all I got, is this one shot

And I'm taking it to the top

If I don't gotta load up another box

In this Penske truck, fuck that

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Cause next year the rent be up, fuck that

And my bank is empty bruh, fuck that

The world tryin' to set me up, fuck that

So I bounce back like jumping jacks

Take a pull, and see how my lungs react

And I don't give a fuck if it kills the brain

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Cuz reality itself is killing me mane

So I need an ounce of weed, and house for me

Everyday when I wake up

A hippie bitch with no make up

Who loves to fuck and roll J's up

Fat ass with little A cups

You know just what I'm sayin', 'cuz

And I'm like fuck 15 minutes

I'm trying to live infinite

I don't got a big yacht

My legacy is all I got

So I call three bitches and my dealer on the same cell

Told them to pull up to the something place hotel

Felt like I had maids in the room

Girl cleanin' dust off the surface like brooms

Shit, you know I gotta start my day off with a shot

Cheese eggs in the middle of the pot

Throw a little leather on the wrist

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Bout four rings on the fists, bitch

Why I need a watch?

And it's always my time

Even back before the young man got signed

Even back before the mixtapes got heard

I was in the streets, fuck being online

And if you wanna turn up, we can turn up like a motha fucka

I pay fifty for a shot like fuck it

Small price when you keep one hunnit

True thanks on the red carpet get blunted

Never changed for the public

Y'all look disgustin'

Look at me court side next to Kate Upton

Look at me pouring 5 cups of White Russian

Speaking of which, bitch, I just came through customs

Speaking of which I been dreaming of this to redeem

All those years I was treated like shit to receive

The awards that my peers seems to get

Received a convertible top on this whip

Bitch I feel like Fif'

Time to get rich or die tryin'

Tired of heating grilled cheese up on my iron

Its time to get three hoes or more, Frankie Lymon

The weed man can call it good timin'

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Cuz I need an ounce of weed, and a house for me

Everyday when I wake up, Bitch

I need some Hennessy and a house for me

Everyday when I wake up

Kellz