Swayze Freestyle II lyrics

[Produced by Niko, Scandi, & Melo]

[Intro: TZB, Niko, Scandi, & Melo]
Scandi
A n*gga real Swayze, on my Machiavelli sh*t, you feel me?
Melo, I feel you
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[Verse: TZB]
Now do it seem like it’s just me, or is it just me?
The way I speak to ‘em, they think I’m livin’ the dream
I only want that Aston Martin if it’s black like Luther King
I’ll be Luther Vandross if I knew how to sing
I got that gospel for the choir that make an angel get his wings
My n*gga got that fire that put yo’ limb up in a sling
I had that b*tch like Mariah, singing like it’s Christmas Eve
Spelling out her desires, I ain’t give that hoe nothin’ but D
Drive her up the wall ‘til that b*tch is on E
She said I got the juice, but the plug ain’t me
I hit my Texas n*gga like, “She want the High, C”
Like Papa John, I hate all these n*ggas, honestly 
But do whatever it takes to keep that dough around me
f*ck it, one time, they could get this sh*t for free
So they could disregard our lil discrepancy 
The end of me will never ever be an enemy 
These b*tches all really friendly
Cornered n*ggas solo ‘cause they squares on the streets
But when they rolling deep, that’s when they wanna start beef
No bodies on my belt ‘cause this sh*t a chastity 
Get the f*ck from ‘round me
n*ggas stay cappin’ like they really Spike Lee
Smiled in my face, knowing they ain’t like me
Ain’t nuttin’ like me
The whole entire world want a f*cking piece of me
And I mean that sh*t quite literally 
Either burn me up, or let that b*tch swallow me
Life is a whore, but don’t treat her horribly 
I’m rapping’ like Weezy, but this ain’t CMB
n*gga, this is TZB reppin’ CME
Cutthroat Musik Ent. ‘fore the contract was inked
f*ck it, we could draft it up when we link
They want the best spot, talking ‘bout they ‘pushing P’
Yeah, they do look handicapped to me
Mimicking these n*ggas ‘cause they f*cking parakeets 
They don’t want the bread, how the wanna succeed? 
Man, this b*tch is a trip
I told her suck di*k, she don’t ever give me lip
You claimed to put out gas, n*gga, I ain’t even trip
I got the sh*t that make ‘em spazz, that’s strictly off of rhythm 
I don’t have to boost my sh*t with f*cking instrumentals
My lyrics sound harder as a f*cking a capella 
My gas met the standard like that boy Rockefeller
Said you behind bars, can’t even form a sentence (n*gga)
A n*gga like me been imprisoned
Can’t escape from my mind or the planet
Sometimes, I don’t even understand it
The thing that make sense is them motherf*ckin’ digits
Code, words coerce n*ggas
Yeah
Code words coerce n*ggas