Lansing Freestyle

Welcome back to 106 THQ. My name is DJ Master C. Let's get right into the questions You know, there must be a lot of pressure being another white rapper coming out of Michigan You know you got people like Eminem, NF, and Kid Rock that really paved the way for white artists How do you deal with that constant pressure of trying to live up to those legends Aw man here we go again Another white boy from that Michigan How they do it, he escaped the pen aw naw Here we go again You been around the block bitch I paved the fucking rocks The game's all loaded you can hear it about to cock We do this all the time we don't need to buy a clock When I'm with my dogs best believe I'm talking chop The games off-balanced There needs to be a challenge Eighteen school was out and I ain't talking about with Alice I don't need to wait you can see I'm dropping bars though Ships all sailed you can find me in the cargo So compared to everyone else coming out of Michigan What makes you different from the rest What makes Cemurrda different I'm the cream of the crop, a little on top the day I drop I go right back to the top While you sit there and just watch and just wish we would swap But we not, cuz I know that you'd flop Labels just begging me to sign by the dot Chicks in DMs trying to ride on the yacht We ain't in a rush you can stand at the dock And to the jocks, you better watch who you mock There used to be a time where we slept on the cot There used to be a time when we screwed like the Fonz That'll never be a time when I pick up the bronze And when I do, I just be dropping the bombs Looking to get nailed you could call me Paslode I was locked and loaded how the f*ck am I the asshole I was influenced I was only trying to use it And I was like Slim I'm not afraid to just lose it And since day one man I never thought of losing I can write the rhymes just need someone to produce it Shit's really easy I just need to actually do it I need to find a girl to f*ck around and make some music With her on the chorus, and me on the rhymes I know she a 10 I just be dropping the dimes A hell of a good banger is something you'd find We ain't never have to stop just look at the signs How the f*ck is a fat white boy the king of the game And on YouTube this motherfuckers ticket to fame It's all Bluetooth, there's no wires to blame I'm like Dame, I just know when to aim So I heard you hate losing Could you speak a little more about that How has this win-now take-all mentality changed you as a person and where did it come from I'm a product of rap music You find it confusing A white that hates losing I find it amusing, Imma clean up the confusion When everything's close to it Ironically permanent Just sit and my room and spit It's gotten to the point where I start to get used to it It's gotten to the point where I start to just fuse to it Every day I write till I see there's nothing left Every day I fight just to prove the fucking best Murray left the game a little early Surely your temples looking sweaty little baby And girl you be looking like a snack little Debby And I don't release shit till it's motherfucking ready