Fabolous - Been Around The World Remix (Freestyle) lyrics

World Famous DJ Clue.. Desert Storm The Kid Loso… Welcome to Friday Night Freestyle Baby We turning up for the Streets… This that Hall of Fame flow baby Stop Playing.. (Lets Go) Yea kid mobbin’ with the gods… (Clue) Uh huh, Uh huh we like it Yea Kid mobbin’ with the gods You don’t want no problem with the gods Verse 1: Look I talk it cause I live it, stand on my own pivot I don’t need your credit, and you ain’t got it to give it All I do is phil up banks, aunt viv it Drink Belaire Champane and Club Liv it I come from the era where you really had to live it Couldn’t say you Bentley, you’re really a Honda civic Every thing you said painted pictures so vivid So when I talk clippers, know that i can Doc Riv it (swish) Big man, pace your self like Roy Hibbert You feel froggy than leap, stop all the ribbits I pop up at your crib and cats lookin’ like xzibit Box braids and mean mugs, I mean thugs Type you would merge with on some purge sh*t “Put in Work” “ASAP”, on some “Ferg” sh*t My homies said “n*ggas just tryna wave surf you Tryna jump aboard the wave you gave birth through” All these n*ggas late and want me to waive curfew Talkin’ like they shooters when they wouldn’t spray perfume They know who the hell I be, I’m L-I-T I pa** one to French like “c’est la vie” Ju L-I-E, stay off the L-I-E The 2 Chains made a single no L-I-E (Truu) I mean I don’t care what her man says He better come “Aaron”(airing) like Hernadez Or you gon’ hear that ‘Braat’ like Birdman says Leave him hanging out his helmet, Richard Sherman Dreads See, I hit shorty like I need that bouquet Her man hit me back like “you need some WHO cake?” I text him right back like “you heard that new Drake? You know that if you reading this it’s TOO LATE” See you ain’t offending me It ain’t like you ain’t heard son is fly as Kennedy (JFK) Riding in the six, got alot of enemies Alot of people tryna drain me of the energy I know how it be, You know me from Brevoort Used to call me “Sport”, Now it’s Resorts Boats and sea ports, Foreign v’s bought Stamps and p-port, bunch of b*tches in them Ms. Parker jean shorts Mami got some head that’ll stop a deport Throat game have me stuck, call it deep thought But watch where you kick it You park in the wrong spot, you know you’ll get a ticket All of that tough talk, and now the sh*t is crickets Be alot of places where these n*ggas can’t visit They think yo mans missin’ (“I been around” hook chant) (Fabolous ranting) I been around the world n*gga.. I been around your girl too Stop callin my muthaf*ckin phone talkin bout who this? Deez NUTS! GOT EM! Hahahaa… GGOT EM! (DJ Clue) DJ Clue… Desert Storm… Street Fam… I told ya’ll… (Fabolous ranting) Don’t let me catch you in the wrong spot n*gga Dem boys gon give you a ticket Tryna take the waaave from a n*gga (DJ Clue ranting) We ain’t done yet Ya’ll n*ggas is sleeping at the wheel We on auto pilot