I wrote this myself but have not recorded yet - First freestyle lyrics

Pops is in the building like a crab that's in its shell home Hitter with this spitting verse , Gonna sell like a cellphone Well known , at my home Time to hit it big time , Spit shine off my flows. Polishing my Nikes I can feel the tension that cemented to my mind blow Crazy with the poking that's just hopeless when you rhyme slow Try to see the fight in me that's lighting up my rhinestone Not bad with it, the a** kicking's. Laughing it like a side joke Jackson on the Mic , the more thriller leads to k**ings I'm fire at the top , I let it burn like Meek the Mill and I started from the bottom now I'm trying to reach the ceiling Haters see me half empty yet they try to seem fulfilling Like are you kidding me , this is the epidadmy Like a flea on dogs y'all never gonna get rid of me Try to be a hog , you wiener what are you kidding me Get rid of me , ha try to see the air vividly Not likely, I like my girls how I like my chicken nuggets. Hot and spicy You other s**ers are just not like me . just stop trying Riding with my dawg call him rot Riley