Freeway Fire

Crash on the freeway, letting it splash

Fucking with me, better Peon, I ain’t letting that pass

I pull a Leon and get in that ass

Drop the battle, I’m winning the war

Classic album in the stores

For mixtape shit, you had to nag but you act

That’s why you ain’t put on a track

See the way I’m twisting words

Flow so unorthodox, you doing it for the nerds

I do it for them blocks, they only bump us in the Lox

At the corner store with the aux next to the hostess brand cakes

Doing indigenous handshakes

We’re talking bloods and crips

Christians, Jews, Muslims

Sunnis and Shi’ites, saw your girl, she aight

You had to flee the fight, guess you chose flight

Three the Doritos, remix Sprite

03 blackout, when these people gone see the light?

Came out the game with that heat rock

You pussy are getting treated for shock

No rubber, I’m one of the rawest

She love what’s the fuss for

Got a problem with me?

You can reach me at 1 800 hustler

I was all over J records, your career dwindled on J records

That ain’t even a shot to Kass

Cause casualties [?], and cats who can freestyle all day

But their songs are trash

That will never thump, it’s like cocaine

Why give em a line if you can give em something to bump

Feel me?

Lookie here, I could tell you I don’t do a Capella

Give me a track to bash, burn, held up and thrash

Make it feel like a semi just crashed

80 car pile up, been doing this since dial up

Not the cat you want to rile up

Cause I can and will pull your file up

It’s on pile up, eating the beat like a bacon wrap

Bar face scallop, then we hit the stripper Get a gal up on the pole like the Gallop Poll

Just sit back while I run shit man

You pundits know your role

‘Fore I send you to the black hole

That’s the boy

The illest flow since Freeway

With punchlines like Fabin Lloyd

Don’t even got to get dissed to get destroyed

Your overjoyed, and by the way how’s your hemorrhoids?