Will - July 2nd(Freestyle PT.l) lyrics

"Freestyle Vibe" by Khari V1:yea yea yea I had cla** on Friday//mama parked her new whip all over my driveway//uh//imagine how I feel right now//close yo eyes can I see(2x) right now?//I guess not ask for forgiveness on a Sunday//cash check place in the offering basket//next step I'm looking through a casket on a Saturday//Heavenly Father take the drama away from the grave//and we back on a plain boring Monday//shopping wit the devil at target on a Thursday//Forgot I bought some drinks way back when on a Tuesday//damn//crash my automobile right into the fishing well//dumb a** b**h cast me a witch among a magic spell//uh uh//dominos here I am//delivering pizza plus mam ya forgot cha mail//distributing cliental easy success always fails//look at the out come my brutha I say farewell//I'm blown out the window full of herbal smoke//catch a vote//black n***a like me//can't get revoke//y'all too broke//y'all b**hes common jokes//only time we getting money is base off of reality shows//k**ing the vibe k**ing spirit and the faithtality//I'm a god MC rhythmic not a gimmick//sorry I took ya oldest daughter ma I had run her to clinic//jumping over hurdles, doing flips hooray for the Olympics//I only f** wit one//she my top gun//temple run//nervous to be the only one//but yet we the chosen ones (break) V2:raincoat par tie//365 days I never wear one//body built until I f**in rih//not a buff cat but I be flexin//testin the freshmen askin them every questions like did cha moms cry?//uh//bathing ape I'm wearing//causal jeans at a wedding//steady sweating a n***a for his bank//president swa*k he was baptized by a drunken reverend//but uh then there was seven eleven//church full of sinners//broke bread winners//perfect family pictures//and Coke hustling beginners//honestly enough to undermine Gods dilemma//uh//thank god for protecting our lost children//wish I had rolley shining with a new back top//f**in all of these hoes cleaning they mess with a black mop//hands up muthaf**a throw yo life in the sky//cause nowadays little homie either you live or you fly//away but I'm not-that type of guy//high hopes for reaching international until I notice my grandpa died//that's why-I-am-the-coldest n***a alive//driving reckless around pavement like who the f** is this guy?!//neighbors yelling get tha f** out of town//shut the hell up muthaf**as real n***a holding sh** down//they say I'm a clown//pray they hope I drown//middle finger in the air ya bish I got the crown//I see ya frowning//cussing-fighting-biting every word that I'm citing//please open ya eyes don't sleep on KDR becus I'm constantly writing... Goodnight Fam//And we back back in this muthaf**a uh//And we back back back in this muthaf**a uh//Freestylin on the beat yeah I'm wildin'//Freestylin(echoes out)