Cosmo Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Time to freak it, yeah (Norva and, and Lambo both gone, man, yeah, they're both gone)
I ain't f*ck with y'all n*ggas in Vegas no more (f*ck), y'all had a n*gga on tequila, Crack Daniel, all that sh*t (Yeah)

[Verse]
Yeah, Eastside, I claim that (Yeah)
I recorded my first raps on 47th, I flamed that (Yeah)
That was back in '04, I was ridin' 'round bumpin' T.I., "ASAP"
Now I'm a real urban legend
Every day a n*gga free a blessing
Whack him and destroy the murder weapon
Yeah (Yeah), whack him, get another murder weapon
Don't go out like Keefe D, snitchin' over VladTV
Bad b*tch drove from D.C., tryna f*ck a n*gga for a fee
Baby say that she a freaky girl, give me head in the Hummer EV (Front seat of the Hummer)
Yeah, I done been crossed, I done been hit, I done been stepped on (Yeah, stepped on)
n*gga took loss after loss, friends leave when that check gone
Slept on, but a broken heart ain't gon' feed these kids (These kids)
Yeah, I gotta have a talk with God 'bout all the things I did, yeah (Yeah)
Drugs, aggravated robbery (Uh)
Hurtin' on the inside and hidin' behind this tough sh*t and this misogyny
See, the man in the mirror ain't gon' lie to me
Whole lot of snake n*ggas, they surroundin' me
Can't even blame 'em if they wanna body me
n*ggas'll knock you off to get a followin', I know, yeah
Yeah, I know, yeah
I had to fall back and let sh*t breathe (Yeah)
Actin' back to the rappin', n*gga, like Bo Jackson, I'll switch leagues
n*ggas don't want no guest verses, I'm the real king of these sixteens, b*tch (Yeah)
b*tch, I'm the real king of these sixteens (Yeah)
Twenty-fours, forty-eights, fortunate enough to fornicate
And on a regular basis, n*gga's f*ckin', I like it, she shake it
Mama German and Daddy Jamaican, got all colors, my b*tches ain't racist
Got all colors, I'm preachin' diversity, yeah
f*ck a surgery, I put you in somebody university
I know God got a plan for me or He would've let n*ggas come murder me
But these b*tches can't bully me, bother me, worry me
I'ma be thuggin' this sh*t 'til they bury me
When we do killin', we do this sh*t thoroughly (Yeah)
Hit the collection and I made it flurry (Yeah)
Ten thousand in ones, let's get this sh*t done
I handle the supers, don't give IG boosters no motherf*ckin' jewelry
2 a.m., b*tch, and now I'm in a hurry
8 a.m. flight, why they book it so early? Damn (Oh sh*t)
Got an 8 a.m. flight, why they book it so early? sh*t
[Outro: Slink Johnson]
Freddie, you can't go back, man
You see how you livin' over here?
n*gga, you ballin'
The baddest b*tches on your di*k
Come enjoy some of this decadence
Some of this extravadance
Some of this—, I said extravadance, I meant extrava—
n*gga, you know what the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout
Who needs school, n*gga, when you got b*tches?
Look, you got a pound of coke
You don't even wanna smoke the sh*t, you wanna sell the sh*t
n*gga, I'm tryna get to enjoy some of that
But at least sellin' it is cool
But why don't you just toot some of that sh*t? n*gga, it's cool, check this out
Ah, ah, ah, ah
That's the f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout, Freddie
As long as you keep sinnin', I'ma keep winnin'