Secrets Safe / Local Celebrity Freestyle lyrics

Part One: Secrets Safe

[Verse 1]
Hah
This is the sh*t that make n*ggas like you wanna knock on my door (aye, aye, aye)
Bottled some sh*t for a while but now f*ck it, I had to explode (aye, aye, aye)
n*ggas just wanna control, meanwhile I had the remote
Plenty of internal conflict that happened, I had to explode (aye, aye, aye)
I been on the up-and-coming, I ain't ever been a runner-up
I'm a leader, not a frontman, but I'll let you lil' n*ggas front
La Fleur F-50, who taught you n*ggas how to stunt?
n*ggas got emotions on criss-cross, go up on the roof n*gga, f*ckin jump
Raf Simmons, Rick Owens, so much designer but you living with your mama, dog (and you ain't payin' rent)
I'm feeling like Cannon back in '09, I ain't really with the Drumma, dog (you know I ain't with the drama, dog)
We ain't got nothing in common dog, unless you putting up commas dog (uh, uh)
I'm Roy Batty, Blade Running, sh*t, I might hit you with the monologue (wooh)
Man down (man down)
They be screaming out "Man down!" (man down)
n*ggas used to hate up on 'Cuzzi (right)
Now them n*ggas all fans now (right)
Now them n*ggas got they hands out (right)
Yeah, now 'Cuzzi got bands now (right)
I made a lot of money, lost a lot of friends (right)
It's like I'm building castles in the sand now (right, wooh)
I've been dreaming to the fullest (woah)
Back when Rodney Mullen had a mullet (woah)
Top Gun Cruise, no bullet (woah)
I'm just tryna spend a night with Sandra Bullock, lord (right)
Ring the alarm (ring the alarm)
Tell them be calm (tell them be calm)
I do not f*ck with no chickenheads, please bring them back to the farm (back to the farm)
Ring the alarm (ring the alarm)
Clear out the dorm (clear out the dorm)
Help will arrive in a minute, just make sure that no one is harmed (heh)
The recipe for disaster
You the type to answer questions, still guessing the answer
I'm swift, like Mr. Clean, a n*gga mess up the matter
But I know n*ggas say the word'll make him mess with a hammer
I plan on, living forever n*gga I won't expire
n*ggas tell me to give it up, I tell them "sing to the choir"
It's Fraiser, Ali, David sprung Goliath
Pastor told me to say a prayer, lit the bible on fire
(Hmm) I'm Sleepy Hallowing demons, I'm steady following
Under the moon, on top of the hill, with wolves howling
n*gga
Part Two: Local Celebrity

My b*tch rolling up a blunt
If I hit that sh*t once, I'll be coughing up a lung
Look around the city, can't mimic what I've done
A lot of people gonna hate when they notice you the one
You was doing fraud? I was selling blow
f*cking up a comma got drips down her throat
10 minutes past perfect in the depths of my mind but my n*gga still lurking
Local celebrities n*gga
I ain't stressing these n*ggas
Everybody want a plate, I say a blessing for n*ggas
If you really wanna eat, I got the recipe n*gga
Yeah, I fell asleep to an angel
Woke up next to Satan
Sold my soul to the devil, I'm as free as a mason
Yeah, I got a hundred white b*tches and they all love n*ggas
Yeah, back in highschool, I did 2-a-days
Now I'm in the studio every day doing 3 a day
I'm just a bad angel with some good intentions
n*ggas want a feature but I'm too expensive
sh*t
They pree what the jargon is
I dropped "Set Fire" on em huh?
I am not a rapper, I'm an arsonist
My name ring bells in every continent
n*ggas wanna blog post now, I'm f*ckin' with them columnists
Swerve right, make a left at the intersection
Chillin' in the cut with all this money, need a disinfectant
I got a b*tch with some lip injections
And don't play that weak sh*t around me n*gga..
I might disconnect it
How you doing? Nice to meet ya
Cut the cheque, Bye Felicia
Yeah
I'm better than everybody who coming up
n*ggas know where I be at, who running up?
n*gga, popped my first M with Auggie
Had a n*gga on bounce like I'm sitting on laundry
Eating sushi, drinking Sake
Had a couple wise cracks, but a n*gga no Gandhi
These new kids metro, I'm still dominion
Liquor spilling, molly on the tip, go and lick it, tastes delicious
Mama never left the house, in return I had to face the wicked
As the only black kid in Idaho, man the sh*t was vivid
I'm from Toronto where they call it the 6ix
Tell labels, don't call unless they offering 6
I'm going off with the grit
So off with the sh*ts
I be screaming out "done know n*gga"
Jazz in this b*tch like a trombone n*gga
My sh*t finna drop and I postpone n*ggas
Having discharge like the ozone, n*gga
Roll up to the club with like 3 or 4 n*ggas
Then I leave out the club with like 3 or 4 b*tches
That's a light stunt..
n*ggas ain't safe out here
Spring time, n*ggas flake out here
Better hold your weight 'round here
Secret's safe out here
Yeah, 'Cuzzi