[Verse 1: Tech$ Finesse]
These Ransom Haters, Im Past Em'
Yeah she fine, but the moneys handsome
I got fire
Spit like a viper
Name any writer you desire, and we can hop in a cypher
And you will see why you can't find anyone finer
I been with these rhymes for a long time
I'm off in my prime and I ain't bout' to let one of you rappers block my shine
So b**h recline
Watch me do what I do, Smooth, Im the truth
Now you know something you didn't knew
f** it you can have this game back
When I'm Off In My Tomb
Aight' I'm on em' like click, clock red dot
One Flinch, fifth pop, headshot
Rap is mine hip hop deadlocked
Time is money tick tock,dat bread drop
Red drop down, while she top me off
Cause I make that paper double like I'm running copies off
Keep running circles round rappers and I'll be signed
But I'll be damned if it ain't looking like an Audi sign
[Verse 2:]
It's Tech$ Finesse we in a different league
Me and EJAY in the studio sippin' lean
Kush got my eyes glazed, krispy creame
Put em in the books, cuz y'all history
Your girl head shining, I call her Mr. Clean
Oh you thought I was done please
So hot these hoes put on sun screen
We the number one team
While I'm chillin at the top and I'm comfy
Now I get em then I'm done with em'
Had fun with em now I'm bout' to spill em' then I k** em' I ain't no architect
But I'll build em' can't you f** feel them and got no feelings like Wayne
I got no ceilings how you f**ing feelin'
Now I'm bout' to peel in banana I'll peel it the beat
I'm bout' to steal it like a f**in' villan how you feeling
Bro chiil need weed?
I'll deal it
If you like the freestyle, then hit like
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