FREESTYLE NUMBER THREE lyrics

[Verse]
Spittin' sh*t out of my brain
Everybody know my name
You know how far we done came
b*tch I made this sh*t
3 albums, you can't top this sh*t
I be going round the block for this
I be going round the clock for this
Ted Album 3 revolutionizing the rap world
You know I be smashing that girl
On that trilogy I never try to rap 'cause I don't want it to be wack
b*tch it's the game
I carry on my back with all my verses
Against you my rhymes all curses
You love porn, wanna surround you with 3 nurses
And I be stomping you down in my Converses
I can spit fire for 10 hours
Or more, in that Honda Accord
This sh*t is ours, TAR running it
I be playin' the chord
b*tch we got the powers
No, we never gettin' bored
Go and tutor sh*t
Can't even afford
I might just f*ck around and go study abroad
And to your girl we explored
You know she make me feel adored
Write that sh*t down in the electronic bulletin board
b*tch I'm the zone of rhymes like the website
Lame asses use to write
b*tch I'm the guy
Best producer in the game
I feel like Madlib
Drop 3 classics, sh*t just like a hat trick
I don't write sh*t, I spit it from the heart
Like I did in tracks 3, 4, you know I make art
3, 4 like Giannis 'cause b*tch I'm a freak
But I'm still smart, you know Teddy on top of the chart
I ain't from the block, but it's all true what I talk
Got Sly Tendencies, beat homies with a fork lift
Ain't got a sweatshirt, rhyming 'till my head hurts
You know why, bring the vibe
You know the beat is mine
Every day, computer going off
Make and kill the beat like I'm j*rking off
I just met Joe's mama, she a hoe
Told her merry christmas, b*tch, like my name Joe
Yuh, who is he?
The boy spittin' facts, straight G
Not straight though
Stole from a kindergartener, make her say "no!"
And I get paid, no
And I get laid, woah
[Outro]
That's cap
Final album
Final Ted Album
Yeah