Gilbere Forte - Sweet Freestyle lyrics

[Gilbere Forte] I pledge allegiance to the moments I have forgiven Like blowing a quarter mill if the Devil could make a million Menace to your society, Harold couldn't defend ‘em Chopping ‘em like karate, all you pussies submitting Barking from a junkyard, sleeping with a kitten n***a slit your wrist, what a wonderful feeling I don't know anybody that claim to be anybody If anybody wasn't a f**ing sh** to anybody Black scale fitted, that Dre don't keep me kicking All the b**hes I be f**ing on the side of the payment Sidewalk, could you fake it? Motherf**er, side walk till your grave Take a belt and like the knot and k** yourself, I'm flexing, Flint, Michigan to a blessing Born in '87 to a million dollar question, you jumping out of life with no protection I'm jumping in this life, throw 'em and catch ‘em, 24 years old Do I look like a freshman? Year after year, your career come into question I'm popping outside your world for my dinners with George Jetson Desert Eagle boots, leather balm of Smith & Wesson My style k** y'all n***as, David Koresh-ing Fire in the hole, got the water man stressing Revoking all the placements I deserve for Guess I gotta spend money for them to say that they heard of boy Running on the land of vultures with no oceans Living off Versace you fake n***as been sewed in Laughing at you ba*tards trying to wipe the hoes I broke in Bring the motherf**ing jokes in, yeah, they said I sound a little co*ky But never did your woman try to stop me, I don't speak Spanish So why she calling me Papi? Got two middle fingers She obviously gave a f**, half-court shot, she swallowed them in the clutch Swish, ain't that a b**h? Street wear got these n***as living off each other's dicks Sick, walking through another man's piss, ugh Yeah, I respect the blogs, just not the n***as paying ‘em off I'm tired of all these inquiries, asking me for a check Buying space on they CD that never hit the net, dummy What the f** I look like? Two blind n***as trying to g**n hood dikes n***a, look at yourself, tell your wife take my dick off her shelf Sway, know I didn't thank you for this bait and all the j**els that you gave me Sitting up in the studio, all the records you played me You told me I could dead the competition By being that part of me that everybody was missing Whole damn studio locked down, trying to listen How can I entertain this feeling? Being a young n***a Told I would shake up the building, one of your favorite rappers ever paying attention The greatest beginning could be the worst ending p**y in the thought, trying to sit where I stand yo The hottest n***a out, unsigned ‘cause my pen broke Stuff you in the bag with that last loaf of bread I probably be the main reason your packaging was dead Buying out your placements on I-Tunes times two But motherf**er, Day Rapers trying to sign you I learned about this life and what times could owe ya Some of your favorite DJs living off of Payola I would never start my life till it's over The beef never touch my hands if it wasn't Kosher Never would of came to this if n***as know what they supposed to With all the things that I been do, a vegan n***a but veggies ain't on my menu Not a bullet in your heart that could ever defend you Not a prayer in the world that your mama could send you I swear if my generosity bring me a f**ing dynasty That'll be the day I throw up the Roc ‘cause Jay signed me, f** y'all n***as