OG Bobby Johnson Freestyle

[Niqle] I'm Niqle, who you? I made it, who knew? And my rag color nigga true blue I'm the king of my city that's true Cause I got these real killas sittin' on standby Pull up in that avalanche and turn it to a man slide If you gotta problem, it's not math We gone solve it, bloodbath All these niggas hating cause I'm really getting cash Retired from the rock like I'm Donovan McNabb But I'm Niqle Nut, newest member outta C.O.B You can call me Bill Withers cause I got Lean on Me Look me up on Twitter nigga, you can Twitter me Then follow me like TMZ Nothing that these niggas rapping is true Rose gold & platinum in trapped in Jośes Strapped in here too, like 92 Better protect yo damn neck like the Wu Rag same color as Windex I'm gone fuck her & prolly her friend next Oops I mean sister, this bitch do incest I am too fly, no other insect Bubble on these niggas like Bud Light Trynna live a thug life, but you live a Bug's Life 20K, one night Only got one life, nigga fuck life If you bring a knife to a gun fight We don't give a fuck 'bout your incidentals Niqle going in on this instrumental Ever since rapper's clothes gettin' little Rap took a "L" like a Lexus rental Shining on these niggas like Armor All More digits on my check than a calling card Shout out to them niggas sleeping on me, no Tylenol Faggots been hating on a loc, I'm not mad at all It just makes me, (make me ) Wanna shit on niggas harder Had to cut some homies off like a fucking barber Mickey should've never fuckin' got a nigga started Beamer look retarded, Forgiato rims Moving all these keys, no piano strings Do it for the ends, I don't do it to make friends So if you don't like me nigga don't pretend Sippin on lean, I ain't sippin on no gin Do it for the homies, locked up in the pen Feeling like Capone, did it on my own Bars going over nigas heads like a drone Siri on the I, I ain't taking 'bout a phone Barry em in the casket, maggots eat through his bones huh