late night freestyle

hit a button morty give me a beat, oh man, ok, alright, um, people look at me like i'm insane, they on the ground but i'm in a plane, they don't know what's in my fuckin' brain, but they think my sound is fuckin' fire yeah they think it's flames, yeah, they think its fuckin' flames, uh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, they think its fuckin' flames in my lane, talkin' to that bitch i been in my brain, yeah, now she give me brain, i just do this shit now they knowin' my name, yeah, 'cause these snitches they be switchin' lanes, i'm living my facts you just makin' claims, i told 'em i'm not in it for the fuckin' fame, i just want a gold song before a gold chain, ay, so what the fuck you heard, when these haters see me they just duck and swerve, just kicked to the fuckin curb, now they always gotta ask me what's the word, we cookin' in the stu' we got all the sauces, bitch i'm independent i ain't got no bosses, yeah i keep on winnin' i ain't got no losses, they ask me for the keys like the fuckin' locksmith, locksmith yeah you know i'm doin' hot shit, hot shit they all like it when i drop shit, you pop shit i'm like why the fuck you talkin', i walk in everybody they be rockin', so now they finally like the flow, these people 'round me used to doubt me now they know, you peepin' out my wrist i know you feelin' cold, steady makin' hits i'm comin' for the gold, ay that was good, you peepin' out my wrist i know you feelin' cold, yeah 'cause you're also salty 'cause you ain't got this shit, ay, yeah, peepin out my wrist i know your feelin' cold, fuckin' on that bitch i know i'm feelin' bold, yeah i'm makin' hits just look how much i sold, ay ay ay i can just not be controlled, ay, so what the fuck you heard, when these haters see me they just duck and swerve, i was kicked to the fuckin curb, now they always gotta ask me what's the word