Acta Non Verba Freestyle

We back to bid'ness like I'm auctionin' some royalty The homie you ain't noticing But soon they'll be tellin' me you're up Like I'm overseas Makin' green got your shorty next to me Tellin' me 'bout how she religious but she on both her Man stop it Shit too easy homie let's get back to the topic Got you not believin' what you hear like you agnostic To be honest Homie I ain't a Christian rapper but I'm still meetin' these profits Ok, cool since grade school Y'all better make room I'm plannin' big shit cuz I ain't 'bout no break room Feedin' the fam is the goal and the mood is Sinatra I promise it'll be my way soon Hit 'em with minimum flows They gotta wait for the gold Let 'em know that it's on All this smoke hit a bong Kickin' it with me like a penalty I could do this all day long Talkin' my shit like the gloves on You talkin' shit with some pom poms Talkin' about me's the wrong song Homie this shit practice All of y'all are sleepin' on me go 'head grab a mattress Flow too strong I got 'em under water like a Baptist Boy up in his bag I'm always movin' steady packin' Be right back man Lo que no se esperaban Es que el guirro hablara Dos lenguajes y tambien rapeara En verdad que no aprendieron nada Mas lenguajes mas dinero Y si estoy siendo sincero Esto lo hago pa' la cultura y pa' alejarme de ese cero Culero Las barras llevan fuego Como si estuviera en Hawai Homie desde lejos El flow leakeando como agua no te deslizes Menos mal ya te lo dije Bitch I grab the broken pieces And build art Gimme the mark and I'll rip it apart Like I did from the start Not playin' it safe bitch I'm going for yards Pullin' strings like I'm playin' the harp Sushi bitch I'm keepin' it raw Woozy when I'm feedin' you bars Ain't hittin' no numbers yet so I aim for the stars That are as high as the bars I set with the bars I rec It keeps on gettin' higher with the rhymes I inject The day I make a billion is the day I rest The heat I got bakin' call it new pyrex