Izzy Write
Whoop
Yaa
Boutta throw down this song lil intro
To this freestyle
[Intro]
Street Drama gotta young n***a traumatized
Cause real eyes realize real lies
So i despise any fake n***as trynna f** me over for the prize
But f** it
I guess im better off alone
Can't be more one n***a sitting on the throne
Im boutta body this
Ready ?
[Verse 1]
Rappers telling lies about the hour but
Watch there stories come crashing down and i ain't talking twin towers
Wack rappers are accepted like minorities to the people who to stupid to see that they rhyme horribly
Izzy Write , never been nothing nice
Catch me with a chick skin tone yellow like rice
Screaming f** love cause it comes with a price
So my heart stay strapped like it was a f**ing dyke
Around these parts beef is common
So pull a Drake and take care
Cause n***as will never play fair
n***as dont even pay fare
Thats why they so stressed
f** a greyhound
First cla** flight straight to success , n***a
It goes one for the money
Two for the dro
Three for the females who be taking off they clothes
Four for the hatin a** n***as who ain't sh**
Silly f*ggots , dicks is for chicks
Dont understand why you n***as gotta hop onna dick
Or what
You mad cause a n***a lyrically inferior
Hit ya face so fast you go into hysteria
Violent on the inside
Cool on the exterior
A thug is less then what im destined to be
Bullets clipped to many leaves of my family tree
So if im gonna be a shooter better learn history
So i won't be another causality see
Im 16 got my whole life to live
You really can't count all the f**s i dont give
So many bars building buildings from scratch
Flame spitta light ya spliff you dont needa match
And i do it so easy
Many mothaf**as really really wanna be me
Its Izzy Write ahhh