Career Suicide Freestyle

I commit career suicide If I usually use my lines Like a hangman noose on my life Cuz when they lynch me, know I'm tied Like shoelaces on Converse right I'm only do or die Like ink painted on all my Nikes Bet my hair be turning off white In my death bed, I'm not gon' lie Cuz I don't stand for fibs, alright? It's either meh or dislike If you've been reviewing my rhymes But then if you use what I write You fucking fruits be looking fly Getting buzzes tryna dickride You couldn't wing it if you tried That's on the lives of yours and mine I won't need a camming site To show I been a Jerk, Mate And Norman knows I Bate People in catching a case I'm not on all fours so there ain't A way my dogs finna pause my play Cuz I'll use barking as a way To get peeps to fascinate Over how God be down to prey On the innocent who just may Get on their knees like they're gon' pray While the pastor can fornicate In the booth Rule 34 dames. I used to get four play On my songs now I get foreplay Cuz I don't suck when my flow play On the radio, it'll stay For way more than a couple days In fact I may channel my angst Into situations that make Me a villain who hates Cheesy when I degrade Cuz that's how I get the cheddar, mane Tell these fuckers to keep their change Cuz I don't want your dimes, they're lame If you put whatever you say Right Inside of an MP-tray You'll catch FLAC, no audio WAVs. I'm Picasso when I spray Cuz any angles that I take To make a song pulling 180s Been a reflex that has greatly Changed how Imma stay up aiming To write, 90 degrees made me More than a scholar I'm chasing