Back to the Topic (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
n*gga, let me go ahead and murder this sh*t
Voice gone and sh*t, I think it's gon' make it sound a lil', a lil' ill
Just a lil' iller
Yeah, Fayettenam, n*gga
Yeah

[Verse]
Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal
Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
You can pick apart my raps, I ain't told you nan lie
My world a little darker like a f*ckin' tan line
Go on, look for a better n*gga, girl, you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind
No time for the chick who f*cked the whole mankind
Aw, no, ma'am, I'm an old land mine
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
Now I'm armed and I'm Fayettenam's finest
Carolina's savior, marijuana blazer
Only on occasion 'cause my mind be racin'
Lost in my thoughts, so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap n*ggas gotta be fakin'
Whole style obviously copied, pasted
Plagiarized swag, may arrive last
But when it's all said and done, I'ma be ahead of them
Way that I described it, prescribe a n*gga medicine
Way that I be fly, I be higher than the Jetsons
Movin' on up, n*gga higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamins, bad chicks, send 'em in
Basic hoes, toss 'em out, can't even get Waffle House
Hatin' n*ggas, chalk 'em out, go on, get the coffin out
What you talkin' 'bout, lil' man?
My sh*t here burning, you not even lil' tan
I'm ill enough to kill cancer, baby, I'm chemo
Down in Miami and I'm throwed like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know and she bald like an eagle
No, not up top, but down there
She say she wanna hop on top, girl, I don't care
You better get yours 'fore I reach mine 'cause then I'm throwing peace signs
If you a freak, I can take you to your peak, girl, I do it to the maximum, Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking, tryna get you open like receivers
Far from an overnight achiever
Cole is like the leader of the new n*ggas
To tell the truth, I'm only f*ckin' with a few n*ggas
If that
The rest of y'all n*ggas get lapped
I sit back and reflect on the rap game, I came from out of nowhere
n*gga, I swear them lames ain't know how to prepare
Got n*ggas shouting out the 'Ville, "I gotta go there"
Boy, don't you know you get shot over there?
I say my prayers 'cause this life ain't fair
A bunch of backstabbing n*ggas, hope the knife ain't there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there
Yeah, late at night, when I got the phone call and made a right
But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
Hit it, then I quit it 'fore she even made the bed
Damn, I'm no good, but damn, it's so good
I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would
Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that V-gina
Type of chick that only dress in something that's designer
I could give a f*ck long as there's something that's behind her
Got the type of bumper make a dog wanna hump
Back to the topic, actually, forgot it
Hoes, money, I'm the sh*t, oh, yeah, I'm reminded
The way I put the words together, cleverly align 'em
These other rap n*ggas shouldn't never be a problem
[Outro]
And I'm ghost, n*gga, yeah
Let me hear that
Woo