FreeStyler (feat. Lil Epson Printer)

Ayo, young Barkley Where the hell you been I still need some of them beats from you It's been couple months I still need one of them beats man Them beats are for the people DakaDakaDakaDakaDakaDa Ight Man I swear to god if you don't give me one of them beats right now I'm bouta I'm bouta I'm bouta go Kendrick Lamar on you buddy Remember that (F*ck You Carlos) Eating anuses with a side of Nuetella BuffBitchesFartin still proving he the motherfucking realest the realest They asked where I've been, where the music I've been concealing Shit, I've just been in my motherfucking feelings These hoes don't believe in me My bros don't believe in me My friends don't believe in me My foes don't believe in me Go f*ck in your mother (YAY!) I struggle to paint these pictures Throw em away, rearrange cut them with some scissors And some clippers, full of shit like your family members Call me fresh the way I serve up this shit and I'm young blessed n depressed really living in 94 I'm at a party right Black girl that look like SZA White girl that look like Jordana Asian girl that look like Laufey Mixed girl that look Kamala I got a four.1 GPA with nothing to show for it but two wack ass parents who do nothing but hoe shit I'm just joking Bitch Shake your ass Shake your tits CayCayNullian is rich So much thought bubbles my mind clouded Hense the title of the album My anxiety racing, who can I run to trust, & indulging in masturbation, lost in my life I'm aggravated Anyways hoe, yeah I rap girl You gone fap girl Eating anuses with a side of Nuetella BuffBitchesFartin still proving he the motherfucking realest They asked where I've been, where the music I've been concealing Shit I've just been in my feelings These hoes don't believe in me My bros don't believe in me My friends don't believe in me My foes don't believe in me Go f*ck in your mother Aye Aye Aye Aye Suck a motherfucking dick bitch Koga a better rapper But I got a big dick BBC six inch (Wow) BMW I ride Nigga why are you mad Nigga eat a fish stick On my I Miss My Wii shit Now I rap like Kyd Cai Nigga name is Sean Combs So you already know I flow delusional Shout out Thomas Shout out Clockwork Killed it like a funeral It's crazy like This mixtape the only thing I've looked forward to next to GTA VI My life fucking sucks Unlike her and her I bought her this book To get to know her She ain't wrote in it Waste of money time n pride n love care n strife Why do I even try These niggas don't give a f*ck The world is ending too All I got to my name is this music That no cares about because I'm not spitting that pollution (Or your trash) Game is game though Flame is flame hoe Nicki Minaj thighs on my mind She like a rainbow (Wow) I don't know what the f*ck to say next nigga Cash them checks nigga So sigma, sacred soul in a sold temple selling seashells on Shein with a dope dealer Call me nonsense Common sense isn't common so we get the consequence We have to watch the party die If you wanna bring back the confidence The passion and pain Don't say hip hop's name in vain Suck a veiny dick Buy some vintage bathing apes Everyday I live in a reality That I hate And the music I make, it keeps me with faith I come home, go to sleep, I hate to be awake I'm tired She asked why I always take a nap when we're supposed to text You can take this apology from this song I'll do the rest (Aww)