Southside - Mask Off (Freestyle) | Joey Bada$$ Freestyle With The LA Leakers lyrics

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Southside - Mask Off (Freestyle) | Joey Bada$$ Freestyle With The LA Leakers lyrics

[Verse 1] Finally got a piece of the profit Wine and cheese in the seat by the co*kpit I ain't mean for your b**h to be watching Eyeing me, she kept eyeing me Every day, we just making these profits Money long, I'm going in some deep pockets Hands is to the ceiling when I'm in the building How you make a living? Hm? Lately never chilling, mind is on a million things I gotta do Ladies on me with them no time for chilling no time for you I've been on a different type of time I live unlike the rest, a different type of grind I'm on South Beach like Tony Montana Feeling like the whole world is mine And I sit back let your mind run No man knows when his time gon' come Every action think about the outcome Cause I never outrun no bullet from a gun Don't ask Malcolm, ask, “how come?” Ask any real n***a really ‘bout some When you in the field n***a don't play dumb Better keep your eyes peeled in the rear view Know a couple n***as in the vil who will k** you Run up with yo' hands on the wheel and air you out Never give a f**, never hear you out News clip popping up about your whereabouts You ain't really with the war so don't go there Got my middle fingers up in my underwear f** the world on some G sh** With the waviest flow make ya seasick If you can swing man, the rhythm of the little thing She drown I'm telling her to get her friend White girls and they love me for my melanin Kiss me all over my brown skin I got the soul of a black king It takes control when I'm rapping Let the b**h unload like a Mac-10 Brrt Brrt, that's all that happened [Verse 2] These rap n***as be acting up Pop, man, sh**, can't back it up Don't let me catch you lacking I pack you inside then mess 'em up Mark them days on the calendar Don't you did, that just challenged us Sonics' Hedgehodge [?] Got heads bobbin' way out in Africa Radios be lacking dough You can't front on talent so I'mma k** like every show, and any foe, and any flow No flex when I be in the zone No door watching when I come on I check in in the microphone Collect this check then I'm headed home It ain't always been like this 'member we was broke as sh**? Saving L's til next week My ashtray still got a roach in it I hit it until my finger tips Get burned at the filter tip 'fore I learned to take risks I ain't even have a pot to piss in Listen, I'm twisting the system And missing the recognition I see the future clearly my premonitions is scary Pray that they bury me with my soul It's been heavenly sent For the fathers and martyrs Of this art that we forming, we call it hip-hop n***a, guess you must have forgot