Untitled 8 Minute Freestyle

Look bitch, I'm not feeling your shit
Every song that I'm on
I be killing the shit
Your flow wack, I throw packs
Still on the bricks
I'm dealing with six figures
Niggas still on the strip

No ceiling when I'm wheeling the whip
Like yeah, your bitch ass is trash
But I'm feeling her lips
That slut probably got my nut still on lips
So much ice in my watch
I'm not feeling my wrist
Don't care if you clap and
You filling them clips
Get a slug in your hat
Gat still on your hips
If you a thug in your raps
Why you pussy in real life?
A pimp on the mic and buy pussy in real life
Lay my mack down, I ain't tripping
I ain't slipping
I rap now I ain't tricking
I don't care if she pretty hoe
And I got Diddy dough
And I done had every bad bitch in the city
Yo and I learnt it from Biggie, yo
And got the chicks
That's why the shit rolled off one video
And I'mma go platinum off number two
And I'm gonna drop another album
When the summer due

What you gonna do? I know
How I'll humble you
I ain't gonna rumble you
I'll put a gun to you
Look dog, I'm small, kinda slinky
Thats why I always got my paws on the blinky
And I can brawl like Winky radiant Rock
You can't see no flaws on my pinky
And I be stunting coz I pump crack
If you cats wore my chain for
A month you'd be hunchbacked

Duke I shoot, the pump make you jump back
I'm in the coupe and the
Roof where the trunk at see I'm the truth
Man I leave dudes nauseous
I had to prove who was
The hardest and who's garbage
Imma make moves regardless
Coz I sound better than them veterans
And I'm a new artist

Cass the bomb, ask ya mom
Coz all of the pretty women think Cass a dime
And all of your little sisters
Think Cass is fine
Coz my rhymes acid and your asinine, bastard
Everybody know Cass can rhyme
Thats not a question, I was born with it
Got a blessing
I'm the King, everything that I say hot
You shit sad, niggas just mad coz they not
The shit sad niggas just mad coz they flopped
That coz they ain't have no
Bars when they dropped
I'm on top like 'Fuck you, pay me"
And when I rock my jewels I don't use my AC
I get it down, get pounds of AZ
And get kilos of the COKE

No you ain't not me, you an imposter, duke
Getting fucked for your money
Like a prostitute
I'm the CA-crooked letter crooked letter-IDY
Who you know cook a better pie?
And my birds have em hooked when I let em fly
I get the cheddar rye
I'm a crook I ain't ever lie
And I ain't never shook
Niggas look but they never try
Just like in the stores
Niggas look but they never buy

I see it, I like it, I get it
It's nothing at all
Coz I be hustling the raw and ducking the law
And I'll be shopping till it's nothing
To fuck in the mall
But I ain't flossing or fronting
It's nothing to ball
You say you don't love them
Hoes but cuffing them all
And and they be still fucking me
While they fucking with y'all
Yup dog, I'm worth hundreds of thousands
And I'm starving my stomach is growling
I'm home brand
On the strip with the workhorse grinding
Truck, White leather guts, turquoise lining
Watch, White leather band, turquoise diamonds
White T, Evisu's with the turquoise sign in
Nah I can't lie, Hov put me on Evisu
But when I put em on I
Be looking better than he do
Cats out there who bought a
Pair like "Me too!"
Threw blue stones in the chain
The ring see through
Oh you play with them things?
I'm like "Me too!"
I put a hole in a nigga
Big enough to see through

But we all gotta go when it's time
Im pro niggas know I can rhyme
I be in the booth with the dro in
The air and the dough on my mind
I'mma blow, niggas know I'm the bomb

I'm, the best that ever did it
The best that gon' do it
The rest ain't ever live it
The rest ain't gon' through it
I was born to do it
I spit like I'm on fluid
I wish that I'd get dissed
Just to respond to it
And every chick I hit be going through it
I don't know if my girls
Going wild or going stupid
My bars better that yours
And I'm gon' prove it
And put pressure on every nigga doing music

Coz I been doing this for way too long
The pay too short, and the days to long
That's why I'm, acting a fool
Packing a tool back to the dude I was before
The black and the Jews
Im, slinging the drugs, slinging the drugs
Hanging with thugs I knew before
The fame and the love
I'm one of the first artists
Who get love from the younguns
And the ones that was in
It when it first started

Coz I do it with skill, I ain't just rapping
It'd really happen I do it for real
I move pills and I sold Caine
Cops know me by my whole name
My weed purple like the Soul Plane
And if you don't know, you know now
Its a showdown
On the the low it's gonna go down
Baby, my 380
Hold 1 in the dome and some of it chrome

Avoid the beef your you running alone
Should have brought your piece your
Gun is at home
"Thats where you left your gat"?
You'd be dead
Trying to run to crib where you left it at
With your chest and your face numb
I'mma keep taking shells out the
Case till I catch one
Thats dumb, you should have brought your dunn
If you never had a hammer
Should have bought you one
You gotta take it when you travel
And make it so hot that you
Could fry bacon on the barrel, pussy

Nigga swell up so big
That if you live you would
Probably have stretch marks
? hurt it with pistols
Your bodyguards probably broad
But ain't no murders with you
Thats pathetic
I got a fetish for purchasing pistols
I murder every person thats with you
Rounds from the case running down
Your legs ain't working, you crippled
Im a crook I put in work, I'm official
In '93 I used to grind tree
Now I working with nickels
Times change so the grind
Change I working sniffles
Do my dirt on the grizzle
Focused on the flip coke potent
It got the fiends open of the sniff
When they cook it and smoke it
They get open off the hit

Shit fresh compressed just broker
It off the brick blaze lavender haze got you
Coughing off the joint
Chicks getting emotions getting open
Off the dick i'm blowing in the whip and
Like sui stacks on me

Half a brick of crack with like 6 gats on me
About to dropoff nigga
And I'm flipping weight
So I'm strapped just in case
It pop off nigga i came a long way from
Knocking nickel rocks off niggas
So for the dough I blow your top off, nigga
And they always knew you'd be a
Bitch coz your pops soft
Nigga, you're frail or be in
Jail getting knocked off nigga
The bezel and the band rocked off nigga
So my body temperature rise if I
Take my watch off nigga
I'm the boy you should cop off nigga
You can smell it through the jar
You ain't gotta take the top off nigga
I stack change
The rap game got it locked off nigga
Enough bitches on my dick
You can hop off nigga
You wouldn't believe how many chicks
I popped off nigga my cock been in more buns
Than a hot dog nigga
I'm not y'all niggas I ain't
Snitching or bitching up
I'm a straight cannon don't get it
Twisted or mix it up

Listen up, there ain't no nigga as ill as me
I'm cocky coz I know niggas feeling me
There're niggas doing life with
No possibility of parole
Digging my flows coz ain't no
Nigga real as me
Thats how it feel to be on top of the world
If a nigga don't like
I'm probably popping his girl
My flow hot and I'm thorough
I'm one of kind
And nah, I ain't off my job
None of the time you write some of the time
I keep coming with rhymes
I spit and make you quit with
Just one of my lines
But I don't even battle no more
If you ain't got a quarter million bucks
The fuck I'mma battle you for?

If you saw some of the broad
And thongs that I been in
You would realize why I'm doing
Songs for the women all my songs winning
I'm commercial and all that
With no rehearsal I will still murk you
So fall back even if y'all strapped
I can bang with the best of you
Coz I stay at the range, my aim is impeccable
And you the target get all this in the clip
The shells in the 9 Taurus
Got garlic on the tips