Untitled Freestyle

feelin lost in the sauce, no im lost in my thoughts, but the beat go on

sneakers on, so my flow pass quick then the weed is gone

all i needs a song, that i could lay ill rhymes upon

lightwork might work when the vibe right

limelight cause its somethin that i might like

plus i got a star with my name on the surface

bad bitch she perfect, got me swervin

everything i touch must turn to gold

or else im fallin down to earth like dust or show

its cold on this planet

sparkin bics around the galaxy faded wit da family

moonrocks so the speakers beatin heavy

ice in my veins, music on my brain hoe

music is my lover, my ex and my main hoe

cause i love what i dont know about her yet

and when im gone for a while she dont even break a sweat

like ill catch you if fall, got you when i call you

uh..gettin high, higher than my grades and my grades be asian

smokin high grade so my eyes be asian, faded

nigga your bitch is basic, needs ass tits and a facelift

this place is, jumpin out the roof 911 bout to show up

so somebody twist all of the dro up, then we turn up

til we cant turn back down, music in the background

girl i see you in the background lookin like the main attraction

brothers tryna divee up fractions

we could split a eighth or just chill for a minute

we could call a cab or just chill for a minute

losin mad sleep but thats the price of winnin

gettin mad loc thats the price of sinnin

image in my brain, blowin o's for the pain

and the pain is physical

cause im tryna reach my pinnacle

just killed another track, typical

i really wish my competition was more than pitiful

i know im sounding cynical

but its tough being the best out, high expectations

boring interview sounding conversations

not having limitations, so im never really satisfied

i used to say i had it all figured out, thats the saddest lie.