MR.Bleu's Freestyle 2

Peep the sound The way I pump the ground Got me always working I'm not weirdo in a band Bitch I plant a seed with my pimp hand Smoke and chop game with the spacemen Keep some liquor poured Freestyle when I get bored Either way the time gon pass I'm just trying to make the good moments last Put the paint where it ain't in my life I'm not a fan of the hype I'm not a groupie I'm on my bread mission In a hoopty Blowing smoke Speakers pumpin juicy I be somewhere in the west Gotta slow me down to see my best It's not a matter of a guess A lion roars Lucy said the world is yours You come from moors Before the shores And the chains Of Louisiana This the young west coast nigga wit the country grammar Kaleidoscope flow Leave a neon glow Laser beams from the stars to ya nose Grade a steel to a pistachio Pinokkio nose size backwoods Blowing smoke for the liars My O's like tires This shit heat You niggas twigs Hot hands I'm playin with Fire Like a pyro technic Hoody in the summer Cut the sleeves off Let my biceps thunder She wanna see the tats Turn her up to the max But unfortunately I ain't wit all that I got to much juice for a sloppy bitch You just get tossed kay owed on Some rocky shit Lucy said all these hoes do is disappoint And fail at rolling joints Stay down focus on ya coins They always missing points But focused on your score Breathe stretch shake and ignore I'm like damn that's what real friends are for Screws never lose cuz of my proper counterbore