Royce Da 5'9" - Can't Tell Me Nothing Freestyle lyrics

[Verse: Royce Da 5'9"] I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven Roll dice and put that on a seven I told god I'll be back in a second Man it's so hard not to act reckless Hip hop's alive I ain't feelin' it Look me in my eyes and tell me I ain't k**in' it Man how could I be the villain When I turn right around and revive what I'm k**in' So when I rhyme n***as feel it No more beef I had to throw mine in the sk**et Just ask Nas who he feelin' Macgyver's mind I got supplies on the ceiling That's when I heard a friend say, life is but a hyphen Bottled up inbetween that begin and end date Scribbled on that tombstone, n***a you'll be soon gone n***a's will just move on, I see behind your days I thought all I had to do was pull the pen out and blow the f** up Didn't know they were squeezing my grenade The politics is out of it Nickle out of jail Now n***a's start apologin', acknowledgin' Solomon Jesus, hotter than a fever n***a shot at me guarantee I got even as a season n***a this is D's up, with the red and green cuffs Gucci on the boy, boy n***a you ain't seen plush We did the suicide doors You're trying to do the villa with the suicide floors It's like I'm who decides war A coward dies a thousand times you should die more Six million ways you can get it when you diss me in them lyrics n***a you decide yours I'm in the house by the beaches I never look inside a mans mouth while he eatin' I know the south's trying to keep it The game is to be sold without tryna lease it Without sounding preachish Y'all doing y'all dirt and y'all trying to sweep it Under your monies a tall sign of weakness Y'all signing don't make your hard body y'all hymen Labia made glittery glittery shells Jewel's are the forbidden fruit when the bitter rebels I never seen a dead hand inside a purse I never seen an armored car that follows a hearse Imagine if the game died and we got it a shirt Good more is good more and russle the side of it's worse for Unto whom, so ever much is given of him shall be much required 'til his luck expires Nah I ain't a prophet but I'm happy you asked me From shackled to my past to freedom, make way the profits That's why you find me in the latest outfit While it's childish, grown ups try to find a way to stop it Cause once the Cournel get it on and poppin' I spit coke the eight ball's in the corner pocket I'm a monster like Swizz is, y'all full of sh** like my clip is Round up to slap or shock a n***a like T.I.P did But no apologies for sh** did cause y'all too wound up I'll go against a n***a cause the wind blow Keep that hole between your ears and your chin closed Po boy bow to a dope boy, Five-Nine bottom line y'all are not a inch mo' Groupie couldn't walk a mile in these Gucci's Couldn't sniff the in sole stick to king Cole Your very being is a journal Your that flow in this rap show of the eternal [Outro:] La, la, la la n***as can't take our money home La, la, la la So we spend it's like nothing, right Excuse me, did you saying something? Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing I'm the best You can't tell me nothing What b**h, you can't tell me nothing