Stone - Sparring (Freestyle) lyrics

[Freestyle Verse] I'll never be inside a bubble I'ma keep flying until the only way to see me is to rent the hubble Bubble of course, is gravitational force that keeps me from falling and getting back on the horse, but that ain't me And I'ma keep it positive yea cuz c'est la vie I live in the trees accompanied by Ocean breeze And we searching for happiness it's been said I got the key Take it from me, if I'm an A then you a D And its law I decree, that I'll be raps new king I'm practicing hard like Kobe for coming for that 6th ring I'm sure you believe that you're the next big thing I think not it's my spot, now move aside I'm coming by you need a ride, just hop inside, and we can slide What if I told you that this was it Skinny white boy, that likes to spit But every time he think about he gotta admit It ain't so easy when you're tryna beat the average So I start my mission, leave my residence, thinking how can I get some dead presidents today Is it okay, to move away and think about your old problems looking over the bay New problems, I could count on one hand As my feet sink into the sand, I know that one day I'll be a family man but besides that sh** I ain't making no plans I'm chillin', on my hero sh**, no villain Innovation sh** no stealing Peace, love, respect but I'm k**ing the game I never expect to be feeling the same as I once was Now I'm trying to get some buzz, smoke a sack of dope homie just cuz I'm young, I'm just trying to have some fun Looking at my girl chilling under the sun Like, look where we came from And this is my life Never mistake it for yours, I ain't satisfied with nothing Yea I gotta get more, trying to open my mind Extra terrestrial rhyme, opening new dimensions Many seek never find, it's fine I got some extra let me cover you Don't get it twisted you can't do this man the sh**'ll smother you, it's true I ain't you, I ain't doing what you do I ain't crazy, I ain't lazy, I don't copy, paste, redo Get a clue, and I'm chilling with my homies playing taboo Talking sh** see karma coming back to b**h slap you Like a knife just back stabbed you Like a tiger attacked you Like the needle on your skin, when you're getting tattooed I ain't never coming at you head on I'ma let you do your thing shoot yourself in your own arm Cuz it's based off of phony bologna, its the same song Like the clonies that showed me how to play the game wrong There's a price to being real it's feeling evident Work, to make sure your sh** is eminent This is fulfilling prerequisites, to my major, my sh** is major, put down your wager I am your favorite flavor, you need to savor Do your neighbor a favor, take your paper and your hater behavior and hit it with an eraser before you meet your f**ing maker, man my sh** could go for acres and this sh** my second nature Two for three Gatorade, zigzags, cash back Drop some money on a big bag Roll it up, pack a bowl, pock your poison Let your mind go baby girl don't avoid it Exploit it, sober life is annoyance Hook you motherf**ers like a buoyant, white boy reference I had to make it known I fronting, what I am is what I show Yea this life is what I know