Conrad Jenkins - Zoolander Freestyle (Pt II) lyrics

[Verse: CONNOR] Catch me riding round town in the whip Rolling weed up Not me, I'm driving But my pa**enger is Mona Lisa And she got her feet up She finessing me with ease cuz A masterpiece even after catastrophes Katrina Shouts to my homies that is Japanese Been a long time since I seen ya Back to 3v3s Green Machine Can't defeat us It was a treat to see Hey Tell me when have you ever cared enough? Where were you when I was rough? When I would always share my stuff Just for love I rendered thoughts and came to a conclusion f** ya two cents if you don't like what we doing I'm moving to the groove and Found a pa**ion I'm pursuing And I'm prowling on the cue-ins Shout out Huey Newton And I'm flowing stupid From the city of the Lumen and the Loomis Went from watching Shaggy on the tube To hearing Shaggy after school Flow angelic in the present And I'm k**ing interludes Hot Shot and 2Pac always put me in the groove Like the Emperor My temperature through the roof Seconds on the shot clock match the hours in a day Put me on the chop block I'll come back unscathed Cowards talk back Get devoured, MIA And I grew up in the cul de sac like pulley straps And my threads fully match And I got my Bulls cap And I'm gully with the coldest raps You full of crap from the start It's soul you lack You ain't got the heart Hey What's good? I'm just chilling Bout to cruise on through Got this bud wrapped in a suit We could Moulin Rouge And I'm too smoot with my nuance boo And my eyes, they never droop I keep two on you Got a doobie times two That's two-on-two She want me for my pimp juice like June ‘02 And we are the crown holders They just go download us We're the talk of the town Yeah they know us Common knowledge You a novice All ya notes is monotone They not stylish My flow comes in different colors like some toe polish And I'm writing every night like a notepad connoisseur Hey And working on some big sh** like some dinosaurs And since I am Jenkins I am also Connorsaur and f** around and wash ya down the drain to Connor's sewer And leave ya smelling like some cow manure And I'm just speaking to you straight And you hearing it through GarageBand Left my fate up in God's hands Give thanks to Him and my mom's mom Cause he gave me an upbringing not even my mom had Now I'm having fun singing Young kinging; Tutankhamen Put in work for myself Not expecting a layoff AUX is where I talk Man I hope this sh** pays off f** the party I'm tryna buy the club like Rayon Pull up to the front Kyrie in the playoffs Play ball I do this sh** for fun Still not taking a day off Investing all my funds Not looking for trade-offs Let a few months' pa** Looking like they wrong All that talk is heating up ya denims Stop it You lying through ya teeth I see the flames in your pockets I'm the verbal Hitchco*k Along with herbal lift-off Her cervix waltz like Christoph Or do the crip walk I've been at the crib bruh Filling up the Five Star And the project about to snap like a Take 5 Bar C Wiig the Zoolander making the right calls Surrounded with white walls Consuming tunes all afternoon