rock steady freestyle

I feel like this is the type of thing that you gotta listen to when you're like Mentally deranged Y'all motherfuckers thought I would disappear? I'm not gon' just dip after album of the year Grip on the game like a puppeteer Mousse leak through yo' head like a musketeer RR through the speakers like a buccaneer I can sell y'all off, that's a buck an ear Control y'all thoughts like the Kendrick verse Man, I'm out for revenge like the Cassie nurse You hear my words and you entering my universe It's an Earth burned down that you must traverse My life's an MMO, yours is dull and cursed So just close your eyes and get yourself immersed I swear y'all ain't ready, precise shots though I'm not steady This shit ain't a game, Rocksteady I don't pender grass, no Teddy But I got methods, man, to hit you in yo' Belly Hope DMX comes home damn safe Gotta get streams, gotta get my bread straight If I have too much bread then I'm not losing weight I don't wanna talk about that right now, gyrate, pivot Period coming after 'least 8 digits I make what I love, I don't care for the critics Try my best to be real, motherfuck all the gimmicks But sometimes you gotta splurge and be a little bit wicked, man Holy shit, stop sayin' that you are timid, man Shit's makin' me a little fuckin' livid, man Make a beat so fire with my gifted hands Now the FL like the backyard lands My pocket's got the motherfuckin' biggest bands Made a deal but the Ziploc is full of sand Now the kid act like he can barely stand But that shit was an act that was pre-prepared You saw my name then you stopped and stared Your pen beat down and is too impaired You send 16, we do not compare 16 caliber gon' get you scared Big Dracos like it DeAndre Way Big katanas like it Rachael Ray Dollars just hit, I got paid today Eatin' fettuccine and some fine filets Your life come to an end, sayin' fin, linguine Grill a motherfucker like some fine zucchini Shells come for you like it's tortellini I'm the only leader like it's Mussolini I'm not actin' cheery You gossip 'bout me, I don't like your theory Melatonin got me feelin' dreary And that chrome .45 got you feelin' eerie