Kodak Black - Cell Therapy (Freestyle) lyrics

[Produced by] [Intro] You know I be in the (?). Yo, this that weed 'em up b**h, 229. Free my n***a cool man, we ball U John, I promise n***a. DJ Lil Jackboy. Tell a friend n***a, fly like pelicans n***a. Lean my medicine n***a [Verse] I wake up, say my prayers, brush my mouthpiece Get fresh, before I leave I tuck my nine-piece Okay, I hit the dice game, I head cracked 'em Quarterback, if he got the work, I'ma sack 'em I came up hittin' highzes, I'm from the projects I bought me a 7 plate and reroute it Dropped it, cut a couple ones and made a profit Runnin' your dope, I bought a key, don't knock it Kamikaze, I'm turnt up, I'm a zombie Jaw lockin', hey molly, you got me I surrender, they got the prints from my finger I was starvin', stomach growlin', no dinner Lace my Timbs up, knock first then poke your window In the rental, go up top with my Benzo I remember, sorry that I'm a sinner Serial k**er, rest in piece to instrumental I'm goin' hard, you're soft, you're too gentile Model broad, p**y bald, she got cancer I can't hold back, it's lil Kodak, and you know that I hit the booth, I leave my shoes at the doormat Load and co*k it, topic, make it go bad Silly rabbit, by my carat, get a toe tag Project baby, get 'em, I go 'em Polo'd down, pop a n***a like a collar Bonfire, pray your boy top dollar Top shotta, skrrr right by ya Rastafari pullin' up in that 'Rari No dread head but I chief the Bob Marley Ohh sorry, we just chew-chewin' your girl then didn't train her Don't main her, I try tell them [Outro] n***a I'm over seven. I don't f** around with your celibate. My t-roid (?) n***a, knicks