Young M.A - Ether (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse] The beast has awoken, these n***as provoked me The way these dykes hate me you would swear that they know me It's crazy, but so am I so keep an open eye f** the mic, cause I would k** a dyke and call it h*mo-cide, f**ed her You'll get punk'd like Rucker That four-five spark like lightning but bark like thunder Y'all rap n***as full of sh** and I'm that plumber Told your b**h come and eat this dick up like supper I got a couple of drummers that'll pop that trunk up And serve you hatin' a** n***as like lunch trucks I'm a king, this crown fit me perfect I earned that title, I worked hard, that's why I deserve it For 12 years tryna get behind those curtains I was gay for a reason, I believe this was my purpose These n***as is nervous, toughen up, get out your purses I'm angry, they tryna tell me I should limit my curses, nah I spit that ether, I sip that demon, yo tweety Roll that reefer and spark that weed up My haters increasing, my money increasing I'm that tatted motherf**er that be humping your nieces We, party all week and work on the weekend Obey laws, man we runnin' lights, dipping and speeding I'm 23, I'm living life, no longer dreaming I was depressed, popping pills, now I no longer need 'em You know my style, four braids, gold grill, and a beater I f** with your soul like ether, snapback and some sneakers 5K for a feature, call Jason to reach us f** this b**h in the bleachers, she the twin of Aaliyah Hair long like Selena, but her name is Katrina Ass fat like Serena, set it off like Latifah sh** the b**hes you be f**ing, they look like Felicia I bring that raw sh**, I'm a problem You put the love in hip hop like Stevie and Jocelyn My n***as is banging them hammers like sorry your honor Serving that ganja, cooking Madonna like Benihanas If they ain't beside us then they behind us We ahead, and I can get that from your mama I f** with your soul like ether, throw it back like a beeper Go deeper and deeper, bust a nut then I leave her They been sleeping on the kid for a while It's crazy, it's more people reaching out out of town Don't get me wrong, I know the Brook forever holding me down But where's promoters from my city? I don't see them around Where they at? the people saying I'm bringing hip hop back They fiending, arms itching cause I spit that crack They need it, like an alcoholic needing his Jack I think these n***as is afraid to see a dyke on the map I'm disrespectful, yeah I might have your wife on my lap Or on her knees, now my Tommy boxers covered in mac Lipstick, her a** feel like a big a** biscuit I like 'em thim slick, when I hug her I grip it This her ain't nothing new, I been lit like incense A pretty a** dyke, got more hoes than Christmas But don't get it confused, naw homie don't twist it Cause this 32 will have 'em shook up like Bisquick I don't always want to bring it to violence So I'ma spit that real sh**, you know, kick 'em some knowledge RIP to all my n***as gone, moment of silence Live every day like it's your last cause tomorrow ain't promised Free all my n***as locked down, serving time in them boxes To single mothers out working, putting checks in they pockets To all the youth that graduated, now headed to college To all the rappers out grinding, keep going, you got it To all my gays struggling, still stuck in the closet Just come out, be you, never try to disguise it To all my trap n***as trapping, cooking and chopping Watch for them snitch n***as ratting, giving names to the coppers Do anything you want to do, you got plenty of options I'm sending rappers to god, make 'em die from these bars Tell 'em step to the kid, give a f** who you are