Elatt - 4:45 (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Elatt] Uhm okay so it's 4:42 now, and I'm tryna do this freestyle, tryna do it in one take, so the plan is to finish at 4:45, yh. So yh imma go. So in case some words don't sound clear, it's probably the reason why. Alright, leggo [Elatt] Mix the feelings with the Henny Mix the Henny with the goose This kinda pain is never friendly and We could do with any booze And all these n***as tryna tempt me and They be talking number 2 But I am blessed and evidently My n***a I will never lose Your chick is fine like a ticket And she be liking all my pictures But my ex-girl getting thicker So I'm about to reconsider 45 degrees and I feel I'm getting sicker Feel like 45 feet and I'm only getting bigger I got 45 beats with my words on like a scripture You need 45 weeks if you ever wanna catch up A fortified n***a, you need 4 to 5 n***as If you're tryna put me down, you need 45 triggers I just checked my bank account, it got 4 to 5 digits I got 4 to 5 n***as that need 45 b**hes (Oh Lawd) And them boys are persistent The whole squad rebels now they call em the resistance You rap that fake sh**, we ain't speaking we ain't listening Your hoe loves my D, now I'm calling her a piston And like Reggie I'll be balling for my team Its PG for you rappers it's as scary as it seems The thunder don't like me, I'm way too loud It's ironic so I got myself a drummer that is mean Coldest team, the subzero squadron Vroom vroom all we do is speed then we pop sh** Suicide doors, no keys f** a locksmith So fly now I got to live in a co*kpit Look, I could rap about how the cops k**ing blacks every night, pray they stop it Look, I could rap about how her mama lose her life cause of cancer now her hearts ripped Look, I could rap about how he got a broken heart cause the girl never liked him Look, I could even make a tape about God, these n***as still won't like it All they wanna know bout is money, d** and hoes Proly sell they're f**ing soul just to rock some ice and gold I'm just tryna gain control of the talents that I own All the seeds that I dun sown It'll grow and imma blow Sell arenas, sell out shows Take my mama out the coast Get my sis a brand new boat Get my dad like 2 of those Buy a house then I will ghost Come to past the sh** I spoke As I'm laying down this flow n***a all I wanna know is Who dey rap pa** me? huh? Who's the best on the streets? I challenge any rapper, any mc that can spit Imma be that pallbearer, place your casket in a pit Then imma spit, how's that for respect I ain't rapping to be good, b**h I'm tryna be the best Psalm 44 verse 5, the summary of my verse It's 4:45 put this beat up in a hearse