Banned From T.V. Freestyle

[Intro] Coughs Haha Blaze two get at me in the morning [Verse: Bravioso] Yeah Im in my mode gotta zone like defense No competetion just hot air breathers Fresh off the stoop bitch check my features Fresh white Tee, Big blunt, and some Levis Born in to EA, I ain't have to be this Bam said tell ye story I was like fuck it I had straight A's but still ahd to curb pitch Standing over pots not knowing what to make of it Hit the block, Taste this and Hoes just savor it Lets kick it matrix, Give ye ho major dick Her nigga wasn't okay with this, best is in the making so Legends living through me Who, You? Yes me Champaign on a jet ski Put your skates on ho and do this Wayne Gretski And if she got a fatty then I bet she throw it at me Ima catch it like a wide receiver running hail mary's Flow is extra scary, R.I.P to bloody mary Come out the rage like carry, Spare me the cheap talk Money is what we talk, Run when the heat spark Bitch I hope your feet lock Duck when you see sharks coming around these parts I spit cold bars, you niggas spit on balls Bitch my flow meat raw, my gun stand knee tall I spray like lysol, bitch niggas tree fall Mark Jacobs on known for blockin out the haters Bitch I send metal to corner like a stapler Shots out the shotti, bullet spread like vapor Girl im immune to your water like gator She said Im the best, Her sis said Im greater Out by the crack of dawn, Im gone, See you later Hit the corner in the morning grind for the paper 50-50 Board Slide grind like a skater Aiming for the money on point like a lazer 38 Special like a nigga getting tailored Yolks like a sailor, Sharp as razor Best believe I relieve pain like Bayer Shit, Let me hit the blunt before I save her Grew up, a screw, so what, 2 clips get your crew cut Send my hoes home like Donal Trump, Nah I ain't gotta stunt Bitch i got my dollars up When it comes to money niggas always do a follow up Fuck with my shit I dont bottle it Nigga goggle hollow tips, Holler Bravo The Prince I tell her swallow my kids and honor the tip And If she dont like it tell that bitch kick bricks And Im IT, Burn the track like a dragon I carry my coast to the top like a wagon Gotta step my game up where these lil nigga lagging Back to back bars like cars in traffic And Im harder than ever, Bitch Im always getting better Kill beats, big beast, to this to a king feast Ain't no lever on my beast mode Im going in And failure is a game I choose not to win My heart in the game so call me tin Gotta evil grin bitch beware of the fin And I bear arms like Brady Quinn If you wann win better give it all your might Bitch I do me because Im always Wright The nine have shivering like LA Night I stand out like flashing lights, Lose your sight My swagg super tight fly like LA flight and Im Sharp as a ginsu knife, Weapon when Im whipping right My girl in the back seat sniffing good coke white And she throw the pussy bet a nigga get real hype I censor nothing give her grade A, Great pipe Everything, Yeah, 3-2-1 !!