ROOT'D Head & Tale Freestyle

[C Dot Castro] Yeah, okay Heads and Tale, yeah Uh I said, once upon a time not long ago I was in the fucking whip, with Peru and Pro And I was like ummm Where the fuck should we go They say I don't know so I'm about to spit this fuckin' flow I'm the one, I guarantee you'll never find another better than Don't wanna give me credit, it's okay are you my debit then I work my ass 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 niggas 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 fuck the world and fuck the world again I'm on that second coming, shit Yeah, uh I know I contradicted myself but you know I'm bout to run this shit Uh, yeah yeah Uh, here we go talk that shit they don't hear me They'll fuckin' 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 shit that you ain't ever heard before that probably be me though [?] So many bad bitches that's up in this building then why the fuck you niggas talkin' to me fo' Walk with my people Spit that crack rock that perdito Like thing is they call me papito I'm killin' it Gamin' [?] Nigga that cop me a chico From Maryland to Puerto Rico I'm numero uno That chico my flavour So fleeto My niggas 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 shit 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 cus' he know he don't wanna gamble Slow it down I said, cus' see he know, he don't wanna gamble Wassup, Don't Over Think DOT baby let's go