Champagne Poetry (Freestyle)

Uh-huh Uh-huh, uh I know you see it, girl This ain't sitting real good to my soul Everywhere this little girl goes She pick up another obstacle She was my heart I don't know the tribe or the fall But by default she don't think of me I thought she was an Indian (Navajo) She be slangin' thangs like a simian (now I know) All my life wanted an Indian (there she go) Now she's far away Ran my own shit since 2015 No team, just me and the friends We doing our ting South by Southwest, they swarm to the stage for me But it wasn't for me, like actually I performed for five people Including the janitor, including my manager But I was performing like ninety-nine was my stamina Eighty-eight was my overall Held my heart to my chest like my heart was sitting on overalls Life testing me constantly like its filming an over all Talking to myself like when I make it it's over for y'all Now they can't wait to put their hands in the air like a know-it-all Then I put my bad bitch on side stage to show it off Ironic, 'cause I ain't know what I was doing I'll be honest But I knew that I would make it crazy I'm just exaggerating the thoughts of me contemplating Was constantly haunting me, maybe I should be modest Maybe being top ten was not it The thought of even trying make me vomit Mom's spaghetti but I was armed and ready Ran out of bullets, machete I cut the doubt off cause that was my downfall When the beat switch up, it's going down y'all Between an eighth and a pound, that's where the ounce fall And I could never fall Like Balenciaga on the sweats When they tried to attach it to the draws Real nigga for life (uh) Freddie Gibbs brought me on my first tour (uh, uh, uh) But I ain't take that line personally though (it's mandatory) 'Cause the Cubans is diamond but the jeans is relaxed fit (yeah) Dries, We don't do skinnies no more (one two, one two) Mmm, time to cut somebody up like a good joke Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now I'm cutting niggas up like a good joke I'm in some niggas mouths that I'm not thinking about I'm too focused on good throat And right after I nut, switch it up, switch it up Now the focus is getting dough You ain't got a SWAT team, we kicking doors These pussy niggas watching, we hitting ghost While you niggas chasing bitches we hit before You niggas is hypocrites We grip on the hip to hit The target we militant You hiding behind the tint I bust through the glass, nigga that's your ass Whether you guilty or you innocent I f*ck, I f*ck Santa Monica, I sin again I might say who gon' win the Super Bowl again I'll say who's winning the playoffs and tell my friends To bet all of they money 'cause when I say it and mean it You seen it motherfucker that shit is happening (Visionary) Bitch, I'm on top like it's missionary Got the cruise in control like this whip is Terry After the dick grab, hit 'em with the Harry or Harvey (Weinstein, baby) hahaha I've been trynna write but lately I've been Jay-Z I've been off the top like Kodak, you ain't get the picture? (Maybe) I'm almost at the four-minute mark Opps waiting for a nigga to lose his spark but that's (Crazy) Bitch, I could keep going Lil Wayne on this thing, I could take your advice but you don't (Pay me) Matter fact you kinda did with the stream But you know what I mean bitch, nobody could (Tame me) Number One on Billboard, it ain't a Hot 100 But it's still one outta a hunnid, that's (Crazy) I think I said crazy already but I'm going dumb through my eyes, dumb through my eyes Dumb through my (Lazy) I'm clever with the bars, mixologist with a scholarship I'm smart as shit (Baby) I'm shaking up the ground when I move, ground when I move Ground when I move, pray for (Haiti) Just bought another house, 'bout to put a wine cellar in this bitch Word to (Amy) Uh, what? What else rhymes with Amy?