Battery Pack Freestyle (feat. The Tea Sage)

This that rappity rap Too sweet, get a cavity rap And I'm always on go Yeah, it's something like a battery pack If you show me your shit and I say nothing, it's whack It was CJ, me, and Renzo smoking weed in the dark Cypher over beats all week I can remember Like the very first night of September so just leave me alone I haven't seen it all, but man I've seen a lot so don't Try to act like clout matters I douse rappers Outsiders, we outmaneuver You 'bout status? We 'bout that magic The lyrical pattern is acrobatic Cross me once and I'll probably write your name on the blacklist Outside in the cold like chain smokers Can't work with you if you ain't focused All my clients know it I'm dope by osmosis Yeah Pick up the pen and I get the ball rolling (Say what) Dust my shoulders off Dust my shoulders off Dust my shoulders off Okay, okay Look Chicago Bulls starter jacket Red and white hightop AF1's to match it They love my steez Like Sam Smith, they stay latchin' Lit like matches I'm never loud like band practice (bands) Stay low-key, and handle business (business) Ha, you rappers lost, straight stranded with it (stranded) Vision 20/20 I can see through (yup) All the fake love I get from you people (fake love) People come and go, ain't nothing new (nope) Come walk a mile in these fuckin' shoes (fuckin' shoes) Sneak dissing, leave it for you weak bitches Creep on the low looking like 'em TLC bitches Y'all some scrubs, I ain't talking what the nurses wear Raps sound like nursery rhymes, shit just hurts to hear But I'm outta here [hair] like a bald guy Punchlines hit 'em so hard I got you cross eyed (boom)