Saturday Morning Freestyle
Benzino
Gotta keep options open, gotta keep options open
They’re on the block just hoping, it’s only rocks they’re smoking
Roof of the top is open, Rugers and Glocks unloading
I’m joking, like half of the rap scene, like who are the opps you’re smoking?
Step out Air Force on toes, walk down to the Tesco’s next to bro’s
Spliff in my mouth is hefty, zesty, it try check me but my chest is grown
I’m in tech fleece, the bestest clothes, zoot in my leftie as I rest this smoke
Who text me? My exes phone, stood there frozen had to let that go
Like why would I text that hoe? That’s a waste of words when your pen’s this gold
Bill up a silvers check this though, cos I want platinums and my necklace froze
Till then ima wrap up a zoot and gas up the booth no Texaco
Tryna be a legend like Krept or Kon, rap game is a test afi make this dough
Like please tell me where the P’s are, need to catch up on cheese, margarita
You’re a fiend if you sip lean by the litre, it’ll beat ya I just lean on my reefer
My new girl she a keeper but she don’t leave sheets clean when I beat her
I say “beat her” in the sexual demeanour, I don’t throw punch like Ablisa
They don’t show love till you get P’s up, ease up on the get back don’t need ya
Heater when I set tracks with ether, oxymoron cos I’m cold like freezer
Benzino, pleasure to meet ya, kick ya feet up come bill up a reefer
Sit back watch flows dispatch while I smoke these bars, I ain’t talking bout Elux
Hold on, let me switch up the flow, should I use that one or this one though
Don’t play games like tic tac toe, you get X’d out for a couple of O’s
Stepped out with a couple of bros, why they got chest out, they ain’t nothing but hoes
Called me a dog now she rubbing the bone, the skin and the voice, I’m loving the tone
I press that like the button of phone, she don’t get text back cos the number’s unknown
In jet black like im running through homes, don’t finesse raps they just run in my dome
Bill a next bat then get to the zoning, feel like I could summon a ghost
Bros powers got the cats all groaning, that’s why they be coming the most
Deal or no deal in the trap, gotta make sure the price of the box is the lowest
Don’t let them gas the works like they’re Poet, the bud should come fat like the husband of Lois
Got packs in abundance I show it, gotta be strapped backwards when I blow it
Said I got packs in abundance I show it, gotta be strapped backwards when I blow it
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