Barima Pages - Who Dat Freestyle lyrics

I be that dope rapper k**ing ur fav rapper Rigamorticizing n***as I am Kendrick to these Wacka Flockas Micheal Jackson in the booth Smooth criminal Got a way with words And my brain like a 1000 nerds' I'm a genius Genie O Gees be digging me Rub the lamp and I might k** a track very sk**fully Granting wishes to my fans Exciting them with every bar Dreams of riding in a Range That's my dream car Range rover wish I'm tryna change over sh** Working hard everyday Tryna make another hit People appreciate And Others just be tryna hate Negligence is what drives me on I just tolerate Underrated I'm really underrated Now I thump my chest and say to myself that I'm the greatest Ugh I'm just confident yet people think I'm arrogant When you tread this path people have all kinds of thoughts of you Inhibitions, mayne they drive me nuts When I hear em talk about me. I be greeting em with tuts Ugh Its irritating when people don't really know you And they keep on spreading and saying all kinds of stuff about you But that's the biz As an aspiring celebrity I gotta get accustomed to the fact that people gon talk If they don't talk about you. Then you a nobody Since they talk about me. I am a somebody See We dey grind charley No time to waste Fiending for the glory You can see that I am in a haste Overlooking obstacles and retrogressors So vindictive. I'm just tryna shame my transgressors Jump wimme on track and see your obituary So articulate my homies call me dictionary Missionary: I'm f**ing at the top And I am never backing down I'm a rap king now Barima pages! This noun has got me now known in town People holla at your boy anytime im around Got chicks and gees asking who dat? Cos its mind boggling The way your boy sk**ed bruh I used to s** Mayne they used to say I'm wack So I took some time to learn Now your boy no dey slack Get with me on a track And You might need some efpac Cos I'm gonna give u pain When you see me Homie duck! Cos I'm spitting fire Fireflame spitter Birdman junior Lil Wayne on these haters I be popping bottles Chilling out with models Me and my homie Edwin get it popping We always balling. Homie Broad broads abroad telling me they love me Just because she heard my song Shawty say she love me She wanna do me Sending me gracious images Blowing up my phone And they wipe away my grimaces Kay Ara; I swear that guy be guy pa**! I learnt a lot from him Now I'm living in a high cla** Ein advice make I shun dem weak flows Now your boy so dope I'm just tryna rock Big shows And make money Live a better life Make Maame my wife Buy my mama a house You feel me? That's the dream n***a