Ignorant sh*t Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Below zero we extra cold, I'ma star you play the extra roll
I do me cause we don't need a extra Wayne or a extra HOV
I son n*ggas, dynamite holmes [?] [?]
n*ggas scared to call me out cause they respect the flows
Killing n*ggas who killin' I play the Dexter role
My ears and my wrist chillin', the neck is cold
Groupies love the bright lights, so expect the hoes
n*ggas see me like, Chub what beat is you cooking next
We can't wait to see you balling like the Brooklyn Nets
First impression is last but I'm impressing this jag
That's why I walk up in that b*tch and I'm looking best
I swear I've lived in the same past, dreamed about being fly whenever that plane passed
Teaching you learning, the reason we ain't in the same class
Business man, getting business tips from Dame Dash
But this ain't about a deal, I don't know how to deal
With all the fake bullsh*t, I only know how to kill
n*ggas tryna' eat, yea everybody about a mil
Walk in my shoes, I run the game like I'm out of wheels
Chubby Jag, you assed out like pulp fiction and Vin [?]
I'm like a hero in the booth, boy I'm Dean Cain
My n*ggas looking like the heat, whole team flame
Kobe swag till they crown a n*gga, boy I'm King James
Yea, due to that back house the cream came
Chubby, I threw that crack out the fiends came
I get payed on the block, I do trades for the rock
I even kept a couple things, did some fiend change
Dark tint, got it feeling like Gothica
All b*tches no n*ggas allowed, like a swastika
Looking at the profit of Don, know how to stay calm