TNGHT - Easy Easy (freestyle) lyrics

And you say #nicethings Sharpen my teeth right quick Nah'mean? (Verse 1) Wonder where I'mma take it now? Sheeeit, Might as well take the crown Seems it's for the taking now, They hatin' like the Lakers 'round No Miley but my thoughts is so Cyrus: one gang could take this town Team full of warriors, victorious, it's so glorious They on timeout so don't toy with us I'm thinking BIG now, that's notorious New Spartacus, I'm hittin' switches on the chariot Barry Windham how I'm vicious with the lariat My team's undefeated, they wins lower than Harriet Let it breathe a bit, let it breathe a bit Cats still taking shots, yo Hank you believe this sh**? I just seen this sh**, I tried to let it breathe but sh** I toss heat, that's a fever pitch Throw a bullet back, Moss won't receive that sh** Nah call em gustos, short bus flows bout how they clutch chrome A bunch of unknowns who couldn't see me from the start First radio spin was DJ Touch Tone, come on Philly's MVP, most hated but they played it on they MP3 Seen that #nicethings green so they envy me From the bleachers when they peep us on that MTV Just getting started, spar with Vargas, who hit the hardest Punches weak, I'm a different artist Bars All-Madden, they switched to novice Flow sick, they ain't close to nauseous One stone to hit both ya partridge Close to the margin, approaching my targets A standout, no handouts, ain't beg for ya pardon From the muscle with it, vintage flow, muscle kitted Free said he pa**ed the torch to me and I must admit I wouldn't trust you with it Thought said that I'm next up Number 1 with a bullet, better vest up The pick of the litter, they sick like on Twitter When fat jawns take flicks from the neck up Who want it? My crew run, it's a cruel summer A cool hundred quickly get you iced That's a cool run-in You dudes bluffing, talking heavy but never move nothing You foolish as stupid as pictures of Jigga pool jumpin They way I'm running tracks I'll mess around and pull something I guess I'm running tracks, I'll mess around and pull something She up and leave em, he steaming, wondering what's the reason You trust this heathen don't give a damn about a cuffing season Whats yours is mine homie shoulda saw the signs Missed the call the crystal ball is talking bout a Fortune 5 Futures looking bright as hell, ya shorty's leaving: YSL Crack the code, my path been chose since AZ spoke on wired cells Been heat rock since CL and Pete Rock Could Krush grooves, no beat box Just rock steady, no Bebop Throw punches that'll leave knots Hit the endzone, follow lead blocks You callin', so I'm all in: pre-flop f** that, let the beat knock