- The swag wit it. You know what I'm saying? It ain't that
lyrical, but it's
He swagged that out.
(hip hop beat)
♪ Let it bang, never will the goonery stop ♪
♪ The devil knocked the same time opportunity knocked ♪
♪ I'm sick, like I never have immunity shots ♪
♪ I'm in the mood to let off ♪
♪ Who in the mood to get popped? ♪
That was dope. He flowing.
It's kinda simple though.
It ain't really like
out of here crazy.
So I give him
3.5.
Oh shit (chortles)
♪ You get jammed with them jammers ♪
♪ Blammed with them blammers ♪
♪ Hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta ♪
Killa.
That's Harlem man.
That's like vintage Cam.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fire. I'll give that a five.
♪ I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that ♪
♪ Da Big Boss Dog, yeah I had to do that ♪
♪ I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside ♪
♪ Only on the left side ♪
♪ Yeah, that's the Crip side ♪
The swag wit it.
You know what I'm sayin'?
It ain't that lyrical but it's
He swagged that up.
I give Snoop a four.
I give that a four.
♪ This for all my whole brick buyers ♪
♪ and my quarter hustlers ♪
♪ And all the road trip drivers and corner huggers ♪
♪ He made his first ten bands ♪
♪ Let's applaud the brother ♪
♪ If you do that ten times, now you onto something ♪
I'm kinda paintin'.
I'm a personal
storyteller.
I like to paint.
I like when you can see it.
And I can kinda see that.
I give that a five.
♪ Diamonds, they got me on shine ♪
♪ Rollie got these (beep) blind ♪
♪ Strapped in the club with my nine ♪
♪ My (beep) throwing these signs ♪
That was kinda simple.
If the beat was on it'd probably be a higher rating.
This acapella, nah.
I give that a two.
♪ My lil baby low-key a flexer ♪
♪ Six figs on the whip, that's a price tag ♪
♪ Lil' best friend (beep) tried to press me ♪
♪ I'm that underground (beep) with the check, though ♪
It ain't really rhyme.
Two.
I give it a two.
No disrespect, but it ain't rhyme. You know.
I don't know who's bars them was.
♪ Fresh face, NY plates ♪
♪ Got a crooked eye for the jakes ♪
♪ I want it all, ArmorAll, Benz, and endless papes ♪
♪ For God's sake, what a (beep) gotta do ♪
♪ to make a half a million ♪
♪ Without the FBI catchin' feelings ♪
Street Dreams. Yeah that's five.
♪ Beloved, ♪
♪ I been thuggin' since Carmelo played for the Nuggets ♪
♪ Made a deal with the plug ♪
♪ before the label came with a budget ♪
♪ Now the biggest haters I got ♪
♪ They used to say we was cousins ♪
♪ Came from the dungeon ♪
♪ You say you got cocaine, we can cut it ♪
Five. That's me.
All my shit a five.
♪ Ayy Panini, don't you be a meanie ♪
♪ Thought you wanted me to go up ♪
♪ Why you tryna keep me teeny? ♪
♪ It's a dreamy, wished it on a genie ♪
♪ I got fans finally ♪
♪ Ain't you wanting them to see me? ♪
Uh...
Two... point five.
That's another one I think
I need to hear on the beat cause that
sounds like he being silly.
Ayy Panini. Yeah, that sound silly.
♪ Doin 95 in the Benz. ♪
♪ See the feds on my ass ♪
♪ Light the blunt, hit the music, and I step on the gas ♪
♪ Now I'm speeding in the lane as if I had a quota ♪
♪ Got my (beep), she shotgun with pizza and a cola ♪
(Mumbling)
Max, Free Max.
It aint that lyrical, but he's still
I can see it.
You know what I'm saying?
Max was real vivid.
So yeah I give that a three.
Yo, Yo what up it's ya boy Dave East and I just
rated those bars.