Album Of The Year Freestyle

I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC" Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self While I got record labels hitting me through my school email Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt Huh Like Home Depot is, Im in her ocean, Nemo Flick, She said her friends was tryna watch like what they what? some Regal Tickets! She said that my meat so long she thought it was a eel fish I heard you using Photoshop, can't even send a real pic Damn, Nah, we not in the same boat Cause I was in yo shawty Jaws, and she said you gon need a bigger one A Snickers couldn't even cure his anger, try a Twix or sum Cause if he keep on swinging, then this choppa pop like bubblegum Popping just like some kernels, I jumped over every herdle, now I'm off to Studio's in Orlando like Universal Living my life like a movie, this don't cut to no commercial Switch the Gucci up for Louis, cause it's RIP to Virgil Rest in peace, (RIP) I'm hoping one day in the future, i'll be swimming in the green How I chase the bag like Outlast, got me running in between I just want something to pass down to my nephew and my niece I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC" Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self While I got record labels hitting me through my school email Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt Yeah All these tools on me, I heard the beat was switching, time to get into tomfoolery I'm spending money people buy they cribs with on some jewelry That boy such a fake gangster, claim he crip cause he eat blueberries And I'm like there ain't no way he for real On the bike like Motocross, my helmet say O'Neal Seen me wit a ball? dawg I be dunking like Shaquille Call my choppa Jermaine, cause it twin be singing like Michael Yeah Go out like MJ, hitting one last dance I graduated, and surpassed all my classmates Now it's just numbers when I cash these checks I ain't worried about what's on my GPA I had the album of the year as soon as I made "GENERATIONAL MUSIC" Now every tape that I drop after might as well be included I'm on the same beat as Oochie Wally, gon step out in Gucci prolly That's why I got designer, so that I can stay suited Don't wanna hear my new music, and that's okay you can suit ya self You broke, n wit no stylist, prolly means that ya suit ya self While I got record labels hitting me through my school email Im feeling like a Handyman wit all these tools on my belt