Proclivity - Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1:] You know that saying bars for days well I'm starting to do that I like my blunts with a lot of weed and really fat Man sh** what am I talking about I don't even smoke It's like everything I do seems to be a joke Well not anymore, that was the last straw I won this game and you lost there's no draw And no do-overs man this sh** is finished I get beefed up with rhymes like Popeye and spinach Except I'm real this ain't no cartoon I need a bucket when I rhyme, get me a spittoon This is what I wanna do with my life is rap Like every tree wished it had a produce like sap Most rappers say they don't want the money I'll take their share Don't need to waste it, I think that sounds pretty fair b**h these pages are minute maid like lemonade But my words quench your thirst sorta like Gatorade I'm cooking sh** up in the lab with my pencil While other b**hes try to trace my style like a stencil When I get alone time I start thinking Like Michael Scofield trying to help Lincoln A rapping adept with the objective to murder a mic And have my own TV show like Richard Van Dyke I keep getting distracted I gotta focus So I can summon my strength like a swarm of locusts Eight hours of sleep in over three days I got some nasty habits and some very bad ways You're as crooked as scoliosis get a straight jacket I'm worth a lot of money like Venus's tennis racket