deary freestyle

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My flow fantastic, but not elastic,
Choppa make your nigga do some gymnastics,
Nasty bitch finna blow- no control,
Made for the head, but not a comb,
Feel like Capone, goons in the yard,
Spitting flames, but I'm not Charizard,
When we see them niggas, we stomp the yard,
Just at they neck like a guitar,
These drums turn you niggas to strings,
Endless flashing like you covered in bling,
Mobtown so we don't fuck around,
Drop yo top if you come for the crown,
Weigh less still packing the pounds,
Got speakers but ain't making no sound,
Got yo girl arched just like a frown,
In yo hood, but nowhere to be found,
 
Hit, my, line, wanna talk shit- nigga turn to a mime,
Saying we soft, we grow like pine,
Niggas flip sides when they don't got a dime,
Simple flow, I'm just wasting my time,
Transcend, then I hop on a rhyme,
Girl so fine, hit her up- no wine,
All these bitches ever do is whine,
 
Look for the bar but its way up in space,
Got a clique but yo homies is laced,
Wipe you out then we leaving no trace,
Hot lead last thing you gon taste,
Y'all trash, that's just my hot take,
Iced up, decorated like cake,
Good record, you can call me a saint,
Say you hot, but you rapping like paint.
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MKYE
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