Joyner Lucas - ZEZE Freestyle lyrics

Yo, n***a’s saying, “What a great battle” But you about to see a f*****g snake rattle Boy you just a pony with a pink saddle I’m truly sorry that you stuck inside of Drake’s shadow When are you gon’ overcome? (Huh) When are you gon’ level up? When are you gon’ grow another foot? (Huh) When are you gon’ show us that you number one? (When) And everything that you accomplished in some years about to take me just a couple months Don’t you think I’m bluffing neither I thought you were tougher, eager (Damn) How you almost signed to Justin Bieber? You look like a f**in’ beaver (Haha) Ten years in the game but yo’ a*s still sittin’ on the f*****g bleachers Boy you just another diva (Just another diva) Heard yo’ grandmama kicked you out the house screaming “Tory we don’t f*****g need you” Why yo’ daddy up and leave you? (Why) I guess this is how they f*****g treat you And you my puppet, you my Cousin Skeeter This ain’t what you wanted, they been waiting for it I’m Joyner Lucas, what the f**k you n***as take me for I pull up in a Demon but I k** Satan for it If you want attention Tory you gon’ have to pay me for it All these h**s love me but you s**ing n***as hate me for it You roll up on me, catch a shot at ya Mercedes door The bullets fly, you recline like a La-Z-Boy All you do is cry, you a child, you my baby boy You call yourself Tory after The Notorious Big (Yeah) Biggie turning in his grave when he hear yo’ s**t Don’t ever think that you could ever come compare yo’ s**t Little girls and kids only ones who feel yo’ s**t I skipped the plaques on my way to a Grammy All your records soft and sweet, n***as think that you candy Your n***as really convinced you that you think you can scare me And you got identity issues n***as think you a tranny, really? (Damn) Tory tell us why you always gotta lie in your rhymes (Why) I know keeping up with lies can get tiring sometimes You not a G and deep down you wanna hide sometimes Staring at the sunshine and start crying sometimes Your real name is Daystar, you been dying to shine And when you sing it kinda sound like you dying sometimes You make the type of tracks that had me feelin’ silent inside Nobody take you serious, put all the violence aside Okay let’s talk about your plagiarism that you hate to mention (Yeah) Or talk about the hate you giving to the greats you dissing (Let’s talk about it) And that writer who wrote yo’ s**t still ain’t get paid on that “Don’t Die” record You should probably go pay that n***a (Yeah man) And how the f**k you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh) Then go bite the n***a style on your record right at the ending On 4AM Flex 2 minutes and 50 seconds sound exactly like the Art of Peer Pressure, go take a listen You inspired by the n***as you name dropped Catch fire in the rain, no umbrella to shelter you and no rain drops When I seen you on Flex, I gave props But then we found out you stole Don Q s**t from the train stop You thought you were fly ’til the plane drop Ugly motherf**er tryna stunt in a tank top It’s no wonder why they used to feed yo’ a*s with a slingshot You my son, this the last time I’ll give you a Ring Pop Sit down, you on punishment And don’t get up until you see me And don’t even think about touching that TV No more video games, no more phone, no more 3D No more radio or boombox for your weak a*s CD Matter of fact, give me your chains back and everything I bought you You a disgrace to this family and everything I taught you I hate to say it son but you make me sick I should’a knew you weren’t s**t when you came out with a baby d**k It’s no wonder why you pay for p***y Tory you think you slick All you do is lounge around the house all day like a lazy prick S**t, highly disappointed in you son, I need some answers How come you couldn’t follow in my steps and be a dancer? Or maybe write a book like me or be somebody’s grandpa Instead you wanna be a f*****g rapper with some hair plugs No more rapping, give me your pen and paper No more lying to the people on how you the biggest gangster Now hurry up and get your juicy out the refrigerator You going to bed at eight o’clock and not a minute later No, I don’t wanna hear it No, let this be a lesson Close your mouth and go into your room like I suggested I’m a get real Joe Jackson in a second Matter of fact, give me your toys, I’m adding that to the collection I just did a show and got it ya lit little n***a And my freestyles k**ing your originals n***a Couldn’t name a b***h I couldn’t get ya little n***a You a rebound, even Scottie Pippen know n***a You ain’t from Toronto, put that on the Bible I put six hollows in your Ferragamo N***a you from Brampton, go spin the bottle B***h you’re from New England, me and Brady in the El Dorado Now come get on my level, I’m hard as metal I bomb the ghetto, I brought the shovel I bury all of you little ninja turtles You Donatello, you soft as jello You must be going with that off that Amaretto It’s hard to tell ’cause you soft as pillows You f*****g midget, I call you Elmo I throw you out a f*****g car window I step all over your Margiello, you caught feelings Yo’ heart spinning, my bars illing I’m Bob Dylan, I’m John Lennon, I’m authentic Your bars running no off limits Don’t talk business, don’t talk, listen I’m off this so you f**k this you f**k! N***a What, n***a F**k out my face n***a Ayy n***a look We gonna get one in, pause Let’s not, let’s not do this back and forth s**t no more I, I think we know what’s up, you know Ha ha ha, Joyner