Leapfrog Freestyle

I'm a guillotine at best When I know that I'm finna get ahead For the spineless curious on what's next Imma grip shoulder blade stabbing chips And lays like it's Miss Vickie's clit Never get in pickles Imma dip If things turn to shit Stick it to foes tryna shift My focus peddling And brake, I never can Coming in clutch, I always did Often ready to step to pricks Putting my shit on needles, pin it If they're bored, put holes in them Cork a flow, cuz you're toast, you bitch Getting bread like creampied chicks No yeast I'll get I know I'll leave an impression Less like fossils when I'm stepping More like oil that I'm setting A blaze, blunt like 420 gets Still Snooping round dogs and vets Been in the Lab retrieving hits Might hit Gold when speaking shit I'll preach again Good grief Sometimes I feel like all of my shit really just should've been leaked But they keep telling me I left it twice as tight as Riley Reid Hell I won't leave when my story close I'll get my paper go see the gold I reap I sow my ways for no seed if they go root for me And hope that if I roll with a Milly no one deserts me Need the cake but get forked like a King versing a Bishop giving dome to his Queen Check me, I check mates, and then proceed The bridges that I cope with erodes foundations beneath My soles not the ones in the soil for eternity I mean The Nikes a dozen inches deep that finna soak my feet, I'm weak I'm fighting a fight that isn't mine And despite my pleas for me to try and find Something outside Of Tommies and Vercettis I see Jays like Jigga's my vice Took every shot I'd fathom till it's filmed in clips lens is 9 millimeters I am not my brother's keeper preaching Shit that I couldn't practice otherwise I would've been a priest Have to double cross people I meet to receive many G's Good grief