Truck North - Grammy Family Freestyle lyrics

Seems more often I be needing more coffins All I see is dead men walking Pray with your pastor, get you a few crosses Cause in n a few I'mma make some rap kids offense Drop a few corpses and judgement begins When your raps all a sin there is a doom to be condemned Either way this is rap [?] with a pen Now you're trapped in the middle Where I'm from it's the knife or the pistol Hit them lights and the mobsters might get you Creatures of the night who tear flesh by the fistful Cla** overload n***a, it's dismissive Why is you something official? You in trouble just whistle Be prepared, holmes, you stepped into the danger zone You either win or you die up in this game of thrones Couldn't leave the game alone High on the purple and I'm posing like I'm chameleon You dunking off the [?] road This is rock and roll hall of fame status Chuck Berry to the ma**es how I'm pissing on these ba*tards Streets gymnastics, who could flip a key faster? I know some n***as who could flip a key backwards But key open doors, word to Bear-One And them ice cold claws on the mic, oh lord n***a, I'm out for blood so much it caused a flood So cry me a river and drown, it's no love 5 AM north side rolling d** On the north side of town rolling bodies in a rug This is murder for fun, I suggest you go run Here stunt low, homie, the game has begun And guess who already won? Money Making Jam Boys cruise to the finish line Many men wish d**h many times King like David k**ing the giant, philistine Writing for the blind like braille, homie, they full of mine Finally it happened, n***a, see [?] Me and the [?] time bandit - you caught red handed Flyer than the rest of them, holmes, let the man in And that's they demanding, they want war and famine Releasing the hounds at the sound from a cannon And that's the sound of the beast Red and blue is [?] and the bullsh** is seized While the wolves go feast You can leave and retreat or die in defeat Cause around here the restless end up resting in peace Found in a few pieces in trash cans Last man standing out in the k**ing fields of the badlands Now I'm looking for a Donnie Brooks, another bro Breaking a n***a back paws, no [?] They ain't really real at all I'm from a place where they shoot at a shooting star The moment is taking off Bring it down to Earth real quick So tuck yourself in for this dirt nap, b**h n***a, I should be dead with a flow so sick And I strike so swift the naked eye could miss this Crown on tilt, here's the ring, hoe, kiss it Walk up in the meeting like ''yeah, what's the business?'' I'm here to witness your feelings, only took a couple minutes Then I'm right back on 'em - grill 'em, no Foreman Fight, no warning, still going So swined out fifty got the heart like Owen Motherf**er, I'm the chosen one