freestyle lyrics

[Plurals]

i got high and ended up writing whatever this **** is

***** i paid my way to LA

Money gettin in da way

Stackin it up every single day

And rememba’ i can shoot ya in the head

Make that **** fulla lead

Aint gonna call no med (nuh-uh)

***** ya betta stack it up

Or else you aint never gonna catch up

While i be drivin off in my rari

Yo that **** on par (yee)

Play with some glocks

Kill all of those thots

Put yo ass in the box

Throw at ya some rocks

But i just want all deez hoes to know

That i dont go bustin down doez’

Walkin off with the dough

I pull up with all my cars

And got a glock in my rawrii

And got some damn jays on my feet

***** they call me the young elite

Hundred on hundred on me

Broads glued to me

**** around with a .43

But i pull up on tha curb

Muthafuka i swerve

***** i aint no gang

But my gun still goes bang bang

***** this **** a thing

My homies on sight

Waitin for night

All **** alright (alright, alright)

And rememba’ we pull up

***** we better pull up

Oh my god oh my god skkkrt

**** does my fire hurt

 

[Rizuri]

I miss the old Kanye, straight from the 'Go Kanye
Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye
I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye
The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye
I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye
I gotta to say, at that time I'd like to meet Kanye
See I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes
And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes
I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye
I even had the pink Polo, I thought I was Kanye
What if Kanye made a song, about Kanye?
Called "I Miss The Old Kanye," man that'd be so Kanye
That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye
And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye