SLUMPED FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro]
You know, I made a sh*t ton of songs (Yeah)
But I never really made a song where I just started spitting bars (Yuh)
And started talking my sh*t (Yeah, you right)
So I think that’s what I’ma do (Yeah, talk yo sh*t)
I think for once I’ma just talk my sh*t (Talk yo sh*t, n*gga)
‘Cause I got a lot of sh*t to talk (Yeah)
And I don’t think n*ggas is ready for me to talk my sh*t (Okay)
And see what I’m really about
But that’s cool, ‘cause I’ma just show ‘em
Look

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Harlem is what I’m repping
If you causing problems, whole gang get to steppin'
I got hella automatic guns and them lethal weapons, goddamn
I just count the green like that n*gga Sam I Am
I got hella n*ggas locked up in that jam
Sike nah, I’m just playing, I’m not capping on my friends
But we gon’ all make it out the hood in the end
I ain’t gon’ stop grinding ‘til wе all up in a Benz
Or in a Bentley
Thеse n*ggas fake friendly
These n*ggas softer than that motherf*cker named Freddy
Benson, the way they talk behind the cam
Make his heart stop like a gramp' kicking the can
When I pull up these n*ggas better hope my gun gon’ jam
I might have to remind a n*gga ‘bout who I am
Yeah, it’s ZAY KANASHI, motherf*cker
Yeah, you know I bring the thunder like Kakashi, motherf*cker
No Tekashi, motherf*cker
Like a rat, I’m ‘bout my cheddar, ‘bout my cheese
I don’t give a f*ck about what a b*tch need
Unless she on her knees and she begging for the D
And I ain’t talking ball when I say she for the team
She’s like a butcher, way she play with different meat
He talking tough for someone who ain’t even reach his peak (Yuh)
He’ll get his Forces taken, that n*gga forsaken
I think he religious the way that he avoid bacon
Cause he ain’t bout the bread, these b*tches giving head
And I was told my whole life I’d be in prison or dead
But now I made it out, these n*ggas hating now
I'm thanking God whenever I say my graces now
[Interlude]
Yeah
Had to switch it up real quick
Something light
I don’t know bro
I just do this sh*t for fun, haha
Don’t take it serious

[Verse 2]
Don’t take it serious (Yuh)
Your b*tch is hideous (Uh-huh)
Pull up in a Ghost like this is Insidious (Skrt)
Pull up, masked up, like H20Delirious (Yuh)
Pull up popping any n*gga who curious (Bah)
George or Jorge
Don’t forget the sorbet
When I pull up to fancy dinners all day and all night
I’m Freddy Krueger, got them fearing for they life
No matter if they awake or they dreaming at night
You n*ggas sweet just like a peaches delight
They see me and it’s Pennywise the way they seeing the light, yeah
These n*ggas funny, tryna take sh*t from me
But it don’t matter cuz the money just keeps coming
Bad b*tch, I don’t give a f*ck if she a little chubby
As long as she sucking, no teeth, no fronting
I count my money and honey
I’m counting the bread and the dough, yeah
But you already know how it goes when you broke and coming up
I ain’t eating nothing but ramen noodles for breakfast, dinner, and lunch, yeah
Something like a RamenDruggie
Shoutout Slumped State, that’s the one thing these n*ggas can’t take from me
[Outro]
Woo, f*ck what they talking ‘bout
ZAY KANASHI in this motherf*cker
f*ck n*gga, haha
Ha