Morning Breath (Freestyle)

Ayo, I'm boutta freestyle on this beat, um It's - it's 5 in the morning I'm just gonna snap on this one Alright, aye Get out the way, you niggas don't know the way Yeah I was born in the wave Man f*ck did you say From NY I came but I gotta rep motherland Ghana the way Just spitting off of the brain; a whole nother level I spit the heat like a kettle F*ck an office, I don't wanna be a Darryl Shit man, I'm hard as a metal Yeah and I'm gay like a bag of skittles (I mean happy) And yeah nigga I make beats (Yeah actually) Also I play the keys, I mean practically And spit bars in the street, naturally I just get it boy I'm independent and it's in the spirit Man I'm filled with lyrics and I'm filled with talent Name someone else who fits in my bracket bruh they all just maggots Think you good? You want a challenge? Beating me? Yeah that won't happen Cuz I found my wings and boy I'm flapping You tic tac I'm big mac Lyrical genius I been that Gimmie a sample I'll flip that, produce, record, then mix that cuz yeah After a couple of sessions Got myself together; no more depression Thinking bout music as my main profession Cuz the shit I drop be hotter than kelvin I ain't got no father figure nigga Almost said f*ck it and pulled the trigger but I'm good Oh that wasn't too bad, yeah Aye Oh wassup? Aye you better bring your ass back here Yo what's up? what you say? Come back, come back. I got - I got another one Another one? Um, yeah, I got another beat Oh alright, alright Yeah hold up. Lemme pull it up Uh, this the beat right here? Yeah, yeah Alright, Alright Aw shit lemme see if I- lemme see if I got anything left P.Y. up on the track 2 songs man back to back Yall didnt know that I could rap I been had that, that's a damn fact Ima just spit it ima get it ima get it good Wish a nigga would Wouldn't trade my skin if I could It's apparent I'm missing a parent (I spit that flame; guess I'm choleric) My talent genetic Deep in my skin; embedded I spit the bars I inherit discography full of merit I sing rap and edit Plz give a nigga some credit aye listen Young black and handsome, that be my aesthetic Niggas live in the past, I stay in the present You a five I'm a seven wait matter fact I'm 11 All your homies is fake and all mine niggas is brethren shoutout My bros Shoutout Brandon Others weaker than peasants I'm full of bars like I'm pregnant I'm full bars never ending Please get to stepping And get up out my direction Yeah y'all should leave yall upsetting To your right there's the exit Uh, something about brexit I don't know, you can cut it there You can cut it Yeah you could, you could Fade the sample out Yeah, let it fade out at the end