NateXcharity - XXL Freshman Freestyle Remix lyrics

[Verse] Mama told me all that i had was my balls and my word She kept me off them streets like i walked on the curb 10 toes to the ground cause we all from the dirt Im too good with the words so they call me a nerd But i stayed up in them books Came up in the game, now them f**n***as shook Ain't nobody ever try to f** with the rook I don't know how so i don't f** with a hook Of course The n***a ain't that important He finna fade away, mike jordan They took me for granted, horace Y'all sh** is unbearable, porridge Got too many bars i don't know where to store em Best under 16, end of the story My wisdom be making me feel so historic Them n***as my cubs so they ain't make no noise n***as be hating the boy f** it it is what it is n***as not paying the kid But really i don't get the biz n***as just care if u lit They do not hear no lyrics They do not f** with my sh** f**s that i never will give No bells so i guess that i had to dismiss But y'all ain't feeling me n***a Everytime i come around i just be k**in a n***a And y'all really want to act like i ain't k**in sh** n***a? But the flow is too cold, i'm just chillin these n***as Feeling like a villanous n***a Oh u ain't get the memo? read the syllabus n***a n***as copycats, man call you syphilis n***a Bet you won't snap back, get it fitted my n***a I'm a lyricist n***a, and that's true U be k**in some n***as, and that's cool U be whippin a coup while im at school For 8 hours but somehow i am past you? Uh, yeah ya time is past due Uh, ya whole squad taboo Uh, for the game i'm bad news Uh, out of work? that's sad dude Y'all fake a** rappers, you don't know sh** Steppin to me, that's a bad motion I'm not saying im gon pop ya squad But saying i can't spit's a sad notion For the next tape i might bag ocean But then it'll just be songs for women And when i'm done, we'll prolly create some bad religion And maybe go to Egypt and see the pyramids and then I'll get a creative vision Then i'll make an odd decision Future looking bleak due to loss of rhythm Tryna use my right brain but the others kickin I'm so far gone call me cosmonaut But I'm still here n***a, am I gone or not? It don't matter where I'm at I'm on the job Mind dead but I'm still tryna earn my spot The game fit me like a du rag Damn VII I didn't think that you would do that Couple days from now I might drop a new track You thought I'd keep it lowkey? too bad I make big claims like a rebate All ya freestyle they pre made Vocabulary on pre k Boy you rap like Minaj, three way Oh sh** Sorry that I had to do it They said I couldn't rap, sorry that I had to prove it Y'all call me fake as hell, sorry I ain't had to move it Lyrical curry, sorry that I had to shoot it Yeah I been rappin I'm still with the acne I know I look young but b**h don't put it past me They keep it Chris Paul cause they always look past me You wanting to sign me well tell me who's asking Ain't nobody gotta ask me for the sh**s Ain't nobody ever gotta put me on a list As they say n***a, ignorance is bliss And i must admit, I don't really recognise you for your suave or wit But you off the fritz n***a call it quits You a swing and miss You a hypocrite Funny isn't it? n***as talk the sh** But they just closeted I ain't singin this, nah I'm rapping I'm telling you, I'm not asking I ain't moving weight, I'm not trapping You a rom com, you not action You got the script n***a all y'all acting You talk about the D but you barely pa**ing Rap torch like the Seahawks, should've pa**ed it