8 Minute Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hop out the Bentley skrrt, damn, skrrt-skrrt, oof, ayy
They already know who I am, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ayy
Came from the bottom, I been through it all, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ayy
Had to get up every time I would fall, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, ayy
Hop out the foreign to go see my pharmacist
Four in the morning, the lean, it was calling me
Four in the morning, my stomach was hurting
I'm throwin' up everything, throwin' up everything
I'm back in business, I'm power sippin'
With some b*tches that wanna karate kick it
Ain't been feeling myself as of lately, n*gga
I been killin' myself as of lately, n*gga
Mixin' lean with the pills, ayy
I been feelin' really crazy
Mix my pain with my thrills, ayy
It don't feel real, feel real

[Bridge]
I'm for real, real
It don't feel the way that you think it feel, don't feel real

[Verse 2]
I'm in the cut getting high off of everything
Marry narcotics, I bought her a wedding ring
I'm at the top getting top from your baby ma, yeah, yeah, yeah, from your baby ma
Yeah, yeah, poke her face like she Lady Gaga
Yeah, I go hard, f*ck that sh*t, I go harder, uhh
I play that b*tch like guitar
I turn that b*tch to a star
She give me top in my car
Damn near forgot how to drive
I f*ck your b*tch in my car
I turn that b*tch to a star
She gave me top while I drive
Damn near forgot how to park
I'm goin' harder than hard
f*ck n*gga, I'll pull your card
You will get beat in the yard
Shot in the yard, stomped in the yard
Told you n*ggas I go hard
I put that sh*t on my mama
Told her to save me the drama
She won't even save me, no commas
Lately, I been on the come up
Darin' a n*gga to run-up
.40 on me, it's a drum, uh
I pull it out, get to dumpin'
I feel so perfect, my name is "Perfection"
Don't make no mistakes
See through these n*ggas, I know that they fake
Stomach gettin' bigger, I already ate
I am still hungry, so pass me a plate
Work out my problems, they in better shape
He wanna fight, beat him like heavyweight
I got the rock, I shoot, no fadeaway
I'm in the cut with a new razor blade
Ready to slit him like wrists, lil' n*gga
Young as hell, I'm a rich lil' n*gga
Fool as hell, you a b*tch, lil' n*gga
Run up on me, you get hit, lil' n*gga
I'm in the cut with them sticks, lil' n*gga
Instagram, she wanna flick, lil' n*gga
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, pick the b*tches
f*ck her one time then get rid of the b*tches
I can not focus, need Ritalin, n*gga
Xanny give me that adrenaline, n*gga
Run up on me then I'm hittin' 'em
I up the Tommy, I up the Hilfigers, lil' n*gga
I never stop, I keep goin', lil' n*gga
I'm in too deep like the ocean, lil' n*gga
Floatin', I'm off of the potion, lil' n*gga
This sh*t that I smoke is too potent, lil' n*gga
I got older then f*cked on babysitters
Never been a quitter, always a winner
I'm advanced even though I'm beginnin'
Lord forgive me for I know that I'm sinnin'
Either way it goes, I know that I'm winnin'
n*ggas Drake as f*ck, they up in they feelings
n*ggas fake as f*ck, act like I can't see 'em, ooh
b*tch, I still see 'em
Michael Jackson, I told her to beat it
Ballin' out, put the Derek to Jeter
I'm so hot, call me Juice WRLD fever
Pull up on him with my gun, I beat 'em
Smoke him like weed, I rain 'em
Glasses on my face, I seen 'em
Glock 40, red beam 'em
That lil' b*tch swallow my demons
I'm finna f*ck her to pieces
I'm finna f*ck her for peace
I take a Xanny for Peep
I take a perc for the weak
I left my kids in her teeth
That sh*t not coral like reef
I blow on gas, I blow on gas
She blow on my di*k through my briefs
I have to keep this sh*t brief
That lil' b*tch is so annoyin'
I do not know why we speak
I forgot that that b*tch was a freak
She suck me every time that we meet up
I'm in the cut with the Nina
Wet 'em up like it's new Aquafina
I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll
Losin' control, I ball, shoot, I ain't sell my soul
I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll
In the hotel, f*cking hoes in my room
n*ggas talk dumb, I pull up with the pole, uh
NBA, b*tch, I'm a pro
Talkin' that sh*t, get disowned, yeah
I may just run through your home, yeah
I put the gun to your dome, yeah
Your b*tch is giving me dome, yeah
Pull up on him, then I blow, yeah
Your lil' b*tch, that is a ho, yeah
You know that that lil' b*tch know, ayy
Percocet poppers, they focused
n*ggas they go through the motions
Me, I can't feel no emotion
Sippin' on purple, it's potent
I catch him up in the open
Try me if you want, I bet you really wanna, uh
I'ma smoke a n*gga like some marijuana, uh
Pull up on him, AK-47 on me, uh
Never gave a f*ck, I did it by my lonely, yeah
In the stash box with the MAC tucked, uh
Tell a f*ck-n*gga, "Come catch up," ayy
Way too ahead, f*ck it, back up, uh, ayy
f*ck the b*tch from the back, damn near f*cked her back up
That sh*t dead, Bernie Mac, uh, ayy
Pull up on the scene with the gun tucked
Got it on me now, n*gga run-up, uh, ayy
Ain't no c*ckin' back, b*tch, it's one up, uh, ayy
I know n*ggas from Atlanta that got broads
That's a designer for you dumb-ass hoes
I pull on the scene with a new Glock
Moncler pants on me like I crack cards
Say she wanna f*ck 'cause I'm a rap star
Eh, wrong, lil' b*tch, you know I'm a rock-star
f*ck your b*tch then I go shoot up a cop car
I forgot what happened, I was on the Xan' bars
Sip so much lean, I think I am a pint
Run up on me, put that gun to your life
After I kill you, my di*k in your wife
She not thinking 'bout you, she prolly did twice
[Outro]
It was over
After that it was—, I just got hella vibes out of this beat though
I don't know where all that came from
The foods here though
I said it's out there
f*ck, I'm itchin'
Perky sh*t
Hold on, I'm finna grab my food then come in here
You said what?
Oh yeah, yeah, go for it