L'ego Motif - Cla**ic Freestyle lyrics

[Verse: L'ego Motif] Waiting on the 6 to stop so I could board like I'm headed to the stadium Drake been at the top before I used to rock Palladiums Tunechi my dude, he was my favorite, him and Shady Em A legend, remember when I was 7 I couldn't wait for him To drop some sh** Pac and BIG will always be the greatest But this new-comer could do something the game ain't had since they was in Game & Kendrick they was meant to make it, ain't no games with them And I f** with Migos, I could see those n***as making M's MMG no enemies, Meek Milly ain't no fading him Wale, Ross & Stalley all been riding hard, I'm saying them My n***as, then there's Jigga, I was rockin' with the Nation when That Roca Wear was proper gear, fitted over my face again Fifty back in the booth 'bout to sh** all over the place again Fab's the most consistent, that's a fact I got my faith in him Yeezy hot, man, it will not be easy to replace him and Now Travis Scott is back, he got some crack, man I've been waiting on that Rodeo Oh god, Big Sean is Finally Famous, man Pusha T could push a key and spit like he got rabies and I ain't forget how Jay Elec could spit and it won't take a sec Place a bet, I'll take your check, take your chick and we break your bed Wait a sec... I'm naming all these rappers like we're label mates But maybe later on we'll make a song, who knows, it may be great I take the cake and I eat it too, I'm gaining crazy weight Better pray that they don't let me out my cage for your ladies sake Call her baby cakes, she calls my dick the main event My mouth is the opening act, my face'll get your lady wet Cashin' checks, Catchin' wreck like I just caught a crash on camera I got my handle up, I'm about to break a leg Just like what they tell me when I'm about to hit the stage or something Had the same face since I was 10, man, I don't age for nothing Cool, cause when I'm 40 imma look like I'm like 25 Probably have your wifey and your mommy in my honey hive Both them got the bubble, b. Looking like a bumble bee Got money, power but respect's the only thing that humbles me Hungry, ready to eat any rapper that comes for me I feel uncomfortable around you, pay me and you'll comfort me Play me and I''ll come for you All my n***as is comfortable With catching bodies, ratchet probably split you like a lunchable I got HAM for CHEESE, LETTUCE in my pants so please Don't touch the BREAD, the guns'll SPREAD and turn you to an amputee No "Legs & Arms", it's funny cause Swift calls me that Heard you say you call the shots, funny how they don't call you back Missed Calls, BNSmitties I miss yall When we had this sh** locked all these n***as was pissed off Never Krystal, but had the Devil Springs like this tall What's your point, god? (guard) Put that on everything, I'm Chris Paul The Clippers'll shave you Give you a fade too risky to save you Gifted and paid, persistent in way you could'nt disable This is the age where n***as is fake & b**hes tell fables Just to get laid and maybe get paid but mainly to play you And take your mula, Gwalla Gang don't play with Putas Women who claim they're clean but truthfully they be sucias Can't even get on planes cause baby I may be too fly I'm twice as good as you, I'll write your verse, just pay me two times!