Daylyt - Beats Keep Callin' (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Whatever, whatever, whatever Mr. Porter don't trust you, I'm gon' bust you, n***a That thang pop, pop pop Whatever, whatever, whatever (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Whatever, whatever [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] This that "your career's over" flow for real This ain't four-wheeling, roll with coke, h**n, 'caine Bone chilling, cold with no feelings Bagging dope, dealing, Hov and no ceilings, Wayne Started out like Nas, shoot gun, heavy is the head with the crown Slaughterhouse, my mind's two tons, hardest out like John Q's son And everything you say greasy and made up like a piece of cheesesteak And everything I say come natural and a thing of beauty like Alicia Keys face How can I be hated in the streets, when I'm on even on my off day I'm creative when it's beef, while you throw salt, I'm your baby mama and them new salt bae I'll a**ault they a la carte tray Molotov through your restaurant window Mr. Hyde, Dr. Jekyll, Nickel Nine, Ricky Grimes I'm silverster mind bender I spark fours, that'll arch floors That'll have whoever acting hardcore Doing parkour, I'ma dog Porter Brought the dog for, recording harsh thoughts for the art form Taking me to your leader is like showing Chuck Norris where the gla** door is While I'm just tryna stay outta jail Last war I stay strapped for it Y'all can run while the gats blowing And if I miss your a**, then I guess you saved by the bell, like Zack Morris I'm on bando time when I ride through cities Before my time R.I.P. Bobby, Christie Or Bobby, Whitney, flow K-Ci, JoJo Let that Tech N9ne go KC, mojo I don't stand my ground, I just demolish n***as Simple you against me you ain't ridin' with me b**h not only do I kiss and tell, I'm Orlando Brown when I describe them titties I'm the rubberband man, but I do more than count bands f** sipping 40 ounces, I'm sober out here, f**ing hoes like 40 oz Van n***a I'm Pusha T doing quiet numbers, getting silent money, I'll retire from it, I don't dress loud, I throw the flyness on it Let the labels talk and Desiigner mumble like Donald Trump Throwing money hitting everybody and they auntie up Trying to find someone to come perform for me 'fore I f** the whole entire country up I'm the first one gunnin', last one runnin' Too enlightened for a check (yeah) Any rapper that want it, I'm Wack 100 Invite 'em to a scrap (yeah) I narrow down sh** the Farrakhan way You can find me anywhere the crime wave I'm Schwarzenegger, you Sarah Conner And your favorite rapper act like Eric Andre Ryan's still alive, played nice 'cause the drama still flies Even when you shoot your lil uzi vertical in broad day Like you still tryna k** God [Verse 2: Daylyt] Beat me you would homes Like a warm cabin, you're jabbin' Light punches, I'm on yo hills like I'm arm scabbin' War tactics, pedophile fore grabbin' Got em fooled like grocery market overstockers When I been Iron Man Won't be markin' using n***as who step up his diet man You know the diet man Weight loss too much you know the diagram It's the box of circles, got ya topic Urkel I should hurt you, black and goth got the purple You know we be flyin', I'll berserk the moon rocks with new Glocks, two shots And feed em like a tube sock News watch, live nine, heads well, who's not [?], leads swell, cruise drop [?]