Shy Grey - ROOT'D Head & Tale Freestyle lyrics

[C Dot Castro] Yeah, okay Heads and Tale, yeah Uh I said, once upon a time not long ago I was in the f**ing whip, with Peru and Pro And I was like ummm Where the f** should we go They say I don't know so I'm about to spit this f**in' flow I'm the one, I guarantee you'll never find another better than Don't wanna give me credit, it's okay I do my debit then I work my a** off, make sure I never break a sweat again Look up in the mirror swear I never had a better friend Ain't wanna let him in the game So I broke the lock I never like the chief, I met Peru and now I smoke alot These haters aiming for my brain, take the open shot But if you miss my n***as leave your white tee filled with polkadots Never had it So once I get it, I'm forever stuntin' If the sky the limit then I'm aimin' straight for heaven gunnin' Fall back if you said I'm frontin' Don't care if it's me against the world you know no matter what I'm never runnin' It's f** the world and f** the world again I'm on that second coming, sh** Yeah, uh I know I contradicted myself but you know I'm bout to run this sh** Uh, yeah yeah Uh, here we go talk that sh** they don't hear me They'll f**in' take over your stereo Flow is imperial Switch up the style on 'em so much it's hard to make out my material But if you heard some sh** that you ain't ever heard before that probably be me though [?] So many bad b**hes that's up in this building then why the f** you n***as talkin' to me fo' Walk with my people Spit that crack rock that perdito Like thing is they call me papito I'm k**in' it Gamin' [?] n***a that cop me a chico From Maryland to Puerto Rico I'm numero uno That chico my flavour So fleeto My n***as they got me on beastmode [?] Takin' no time out to breath though Yeah yeah, you want more? I got more, lemme see, lemme see Yeah yeah, uh Okay I said I made it from the bottom With my rhymes, the way they sound when I jot 'em I'm a lyrical problem Yeah Don't worry you know that I got 'em I will rip 'em to pieces I just started makin' this paper My first bank statement read that I blew a mil' That's just the thesis Now watch as my fame increases Crazy sh** on my features Way I spit when I preach this got atheist's screaming Jesus From the start Spit it from the heart What's life without a beat I'm on stage with my shirt off They praise I'm Christ without the tee I be lowkey, uh Like the left side of the piano But my crew mob likes Soprano Boy my flow too hot to handle Make even the best fold, casino he don't wanna gamble Slow it down I said, casino, he don't wanna gamble Wa**up, Don't Over Think DOT baby let's go