GQ - BET The Backroom Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: 9th Wonder] Check it out y'all, 9th wonder right here representing the T At 106 Backroom we got O-Town's finest GQ [Verse: GQ] Yea, 5-1-0, [?] what up boi? Look, I hold a conversation with the Omega for three days I need it, somethin' just to help me through the weekday Instrumental replay, mind just start driftin' on Shoes with the pink and green line make a sister across I'm livin' off ten, you livin' off your b**h Boi, see where I'm from ain't anybody trippin' off the [?] Trippin' off the way you can't be, no baggage claim Still carry a lot, Mariah thank me Think he, mediocre or bullsh** you ain't [?] Sittin' at a table at a meetin' ‘tween Satan and God Give your life just to be a fly on the wall for that Stupid look on your face, I work hard for that Fly when I want man [?] shoot 9th Sleep through a red-eye, disregarded a few nights Didn't pay the heat bill, I'm livin' the cool life J hoodie [?] and some unreleased new nikes Fashion k**, I'mma try to earn a few stipes Anytime I'm with a broad, it's probly one that you like My crew nice, I told you, I f**in' told you Planted sesame seeds on my street, me and Grover Strike like poses, [?] is [?] Lead by example, I'm the closest thing to Moses What Lou say funny like a blood watchin' blu-ray on bootleg I'm Lieutenant Dan with a new leg k**a, [?] and [?] still runnin' hoop plays Got a couple chicks that wanna lay me like a goose egg Ridin', [?], puffin' on a [?] leg Drinkin' red rum, cop come, then it's Kool-Aid Backroom, sooner or later was gonna swing through Probly leave here and go to [?] school I gotta spittin' habit, with BET can't believe what they see I'm big worm in a kitchen cabinet I hate school but might go back and get my master's I'm just tryna be special as Nas rappin' backwards Lookin' at picture taken in Tokyo Flow like Bullethead, rest in peace Romeo Days you ain't care, all in my portfolio They proud of me, but back then they ain't pick me like Kobe fro Now they on me like acts after a couple raps All you want is followers and double taps, right? Real life what I leave you, I could keep goin' but ain't no need to Rated Oakland, get that Jamla