C.C King Freestyle (feat. 614Q)

Damn, it's Imari Coppins You niggas know what time it is, Flava Flav Sergeant on the beat, call me Major Payne You niggas pure comedy, Damon Wayans Internet shit, homie, don't play that Cause I got that shit that can line you up through your wave cap Flow sharper than a sword on Blaine's back For that money, I smash on your beat ASAP I'm ready if the roads get rocky cause I know no one can top me I deserve all of the desserts and all of the toppings Q and Face up next, bitch, do you copy Yeah, do you copy Yeah, what up, Face You see, I be the guy showin' love in my state Beast on beats, volume three, nobody be the same You gon' hear every verse, probably through the whole tape Cause I say what I mean, I mean what I say Had a talk with my sis by my figure She call me a rapper, but I'm a artist, paint pictures She said, you go, lil' bro, show them people you got it Fall off, I doubt it, wherever road, I shout it Make my gang the proudest Me and Q is like black on black Like Jordan and Robin, like Kobe and Shaq Like Booker and Aidan, like Chris Dunn and Zack I got my point across, so I'ma leave it at that So niggas don't front on me, I'll forever have your back Front line when it's time to attack Only people hatin' on me cause that girl want a snack Let them lick on my sack Suck my dick, give them that Go and order a cab Ain't no stayin' here, bitch, I got shit to do Collect revenue Get this album done cause it's overdue Bling, Blau, Bird My jury sayin' nobody cold as you Similar to a Capri Sun pouch Yeah, I got the juice One was okay, two was the truth But this one around won't bring what the f*ck Eyes are oozin Cause this is what I do Two words, everybody didn't want me to win F*ck you Straight like that Ayy, ayy We stay listenin' to Beats on Beats Vol. 3 Nobody's beats is safe