Nick Grant - Sway In The Morning Freestyle lyrics

Yea Check, Check I got a thing for Benzes, throttle engines, hottest lenses, watches and Taraji Henson f** the fame cause the game breeds phony friendships My homie was the co-defendant – I had more to lose We here to lick, spend it all on shoes The lawyer, now he callin' who? What's a boy to do? Southern n***a with these up north flows Got more hoes then my childhood wardrobe A lot of times n***as lie in they rhymes In order to live forever you gotta die in ya prime Too broke for white folk; too rich to be in the mix That's life though, walkin' this tightrope Put ya hands on mine, you know the outcome Cash long like Johnny dropped a double album Balcony seats, play the cut suit, cut to a crease Smoother than her ex, man, peep the mystique Dope, all I got is my my word and my two genitals I f** her good, make her reach her pinnacle This is for the n***as who, sneak dissin' who Prob'ly on more lean than smooth criminal Chuckin' and jivin', street glorifyin' jiggaboos When he ain't makin' what you make, he feel miserable Check, it took a n***a like JG to put me on The rap phenom, who else would he put the cream on That last n***a slept though, I need it up front Quiet is kept though, I'm like Marshawn Lynch with strep throat Remember Sugar Hill, ghetto what you should feel You need a team to win, tell Melo recruit the sk** Never sold dope but if I had the money from doin', I wouldn't need your deal Still, I am under influenced Call me Pablo, set the bar high, check the repertoire Never trust a chick in leopard bra, she a cheetah, here's the epilogue Broads that like broads, cla**y Never use the N-word in white cars You trippin' if I ain't the hottest, f** bein' modest I prob'ly make Rakim and Daddy Kane the proudest She in the crib lookin' at the walls like' "You ain't got no plaques?!" That's cause them other n***as ruined rap Gangsta, make the money pile up The male Badu, f** and make her switch her style up Got a pool full of Jessica Albas, we wild bruh You n***as handshakes ain't matchin' ya smiles bruh And that's the way of life, make it and pay the price Pick a n***a like me to show yo' daddy raised you right Take me to the money, you can keep the stress You ain't payin' dues, you just keepin' we's in debt f**in' up this money, you gon' need an EMS Blowin' all this money, feel like early BMF Welcome to the mafia, never went to college bruh Hoes in the lobby, I'm that n***a and it's obvious Dead right, if the head right, she's an optimist All I do is money dance, f** your choreographer Me, I'm blessed, f** her, then she know what's next Cause they in pictures with k**ers, don't mean n***as pose a threat Me, I'm blessed, Big Tymer, I like bein' fresh Bein' broke is for the birds when ya try'na feed the nest Ugh, yes, Keenan Ivory, how ya livin' Head of my own label, momma told me mind ya business Shout out to my 'migo, rapper push perico Choppa under the peek hole, make me spin you like Sway though We know, every verse is like a kilo I make this look easy, this is Jordan versus Ehlo All about them C-notes, gotta follow G-code Cause I'm from the bottom where poverty can check yo' ego