Cyhi The Prynce - (Sway) Friday Fire Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1] What you know about bumping, huh What you know about bumping Maxwell on the back trail Your homie made a crack sale from a crack cell He got that lean in his pink, n***a, pastel Part your head like a rat tail, if a rat tell sh** I made it out without a scratch, hell Used to bag Kale til I found that I could rap well Plus I can't let them black mail another black male All I know is goons who look like Fat Trell Shout-out to my DC riders Made the k**ing out the trunk, DC snipers CD's, weed, Lee's where you need me to drive 'em From these streets to Peachtree Huh, yeah I send them to Fort Lauderdale Before I had a car, I moved them on the monorail Kept somethin to spin a n***a round like the barber chair Went to a different school of hardknocks I'm talking Harvard, Yale, I hope all is well I'm so ahead of my time, I already heard Tha Carter 12 Any minute I'm a spaz It's a full moon, that mean I'm finna show my a** When I'm done, you won't want to hear another rapper rhyme I got half the shine, but the flow is asinine And if you think I'm p**y, n***a, you can ask the 9 Hold it like I'm tryna stir a gla** of wine, mastermind I feel like Drake Take a n***a style Cause I already mastered mine sh** I know I'm dope (*snorts*) cause y'all just let me snort half a line Stay on them greens like I'm working on my alkalines Everything I say is real Never been a Palestine All my b**hes cheated on me Never had a Valentine At school I kept a pistol on me Never had a columbine And I don't f** with crackers Unless it's honey grams You want a verse, I take cash, cheque, a money gram What's funny, fam? sh**, I'm in a money jam Cause n***as always tryna brake yo pockets, Randall Cunningham Don't talk about me There's some places you can't walk without me Call my partner Bocce, trust me he'll off ya posse This sh** original boy I ain't no carbon copy Pick up my Boost Mobile chirp tell em bring my carbon copy Looking for the feds Y'all complaining' bout the paparazzi I run my j**els around a lot of Nazis Dancing with the devil I'm feeling like a Jabbawockee Lucifer be tryna shadowbox me Sure as hell going nowhere near a cell When I'm in this element I feel like my purest self Never had a fear to fail Smoking loud you hear the smell Assault and battery, got a shotty full of Duracells So much drug residue You got to manicure your nails And if you think you dope as me n***a, send two hundred grand to URL I'm out this b**h! [Verse 2] I'm that n***a that they hate the most Cause I'm not a black man blinded by them racist quotes I hope you n***as taking notes We complain about our rights But won't go down to that place and vote Plus I like Caucasian hoes And a b**h with no credit I ain't got the patience for And your woe, ain't you woe Cause I bet if y'all get caught He be the first one to take the oath Jealous cause you make the most My flow will eat the goat, like Jamaican folks The only time you seem to raid is when you spray the roach I know serial k**ers I'm talking Quaker Oats Face the ghost of Marcus Garvey Can't nobody Marshall Law me Me and rap go together like Bob and Marley Never popped a molly n***a, this is not a hobby Don't interrupt me while I'm talking godly We used to hustle off them walkie talkies Bricks in a black beetle Code word, Paul McCartney or John Lennon I die with my gun spinning Rappers bull with the pen, never pitched one inning What's up with you and Sean, man That's me and Sean business What's up with you and Ye, man That's me and Com business I came here to wreck to station I was sent out of heaven in desperation So if y'all think about putting me out the building Between me and you, I been kicked out of better places They try to make you feel like you ain't sh** without the label All I see is squares like the periodic table n***a (?) out of data Tryna get this paper, and stack it like a staple I said I stack it like a staple (x2)