Lyrical Breakdown of fire in the booth freestyle 4 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Yeah Okay, Hit-Boy Oh, you never heard this one either? Nope Okay Okay, Hit-Boy Let's get it, Juice! Okay, Hit-Boy, you the shit, boy Me and you make some songs and get rich, boy (Woo) I just told you I've been paying my mama rent, boy (Ooh) That's the best money that I ever spent, boy (C'mon!) I'ma pull up in an all black Benz, boy Sippin' codeine with my black friends, boy (Uh huh) I'ma pull up on Versace lens, boy (Hey!) Every day you know I'm bound to get it in, boy (Yeah!) Me and Charlie Sloth gettin' to this money all day (Okay) Rockin' Ksubi and Amiri, I don't do the Balmains (Uh) Knock it out the park, if we talkin' a ball game Like I said, Barack Obama, I'm really with all change (Uh huh) Charlie got the Vikings on his shirt, I'm like a Viking (Woof) Fuck a bitch and leave her, guess I'm a little too triflin' (Oof; Perfect) I'ma Mike & Ike it, I'ma Mike & Ike it Fist up with the clip tucked, good at fightin' Knock 'em out in one or two punches, I'm Tyson Listen to the next project you better buy it (Mm) It's gon' be the realest shit you heard, I ain't lyin' It's gon' be the realest shit you heard, I ain't lyin' (Yeah!) I'm defiant, 2012, end his world like the Mayans Kill every beat and I ain't even really tryin' I'ma tell the truth, no frontin', no lyin' I vibe to survive, my flow is the hottest The highest, the fliest Flyer than a pilot, my gun a librarian, it got a silence But I still want sanity and the peace So I'll do anything to kill all the violence But back in Chicago it's bustin' Niggas really shooting guns like the shit is nothing Killing moms, kids, and children, boy this shit is disgusting We gon' need more than a talk, more than a discussion All I know is get the cash, yeah, get the cash Catch up, tell them niggas, "Catch up" They gon' need some backup Remember hittin' stains like mustard and ketchup Now I'm too ahead, 100 miles per hour, catch us If you can, but you can't I'm the motherfucking champ You ain't Triple 9, then fuck you, get the fuck out my camp Niggas thinking that they in it They always come and doubt until I ball like a warrior Switch up like I'm Durant I'm a shoot from the three, niggas can't fuck with me Not with the fuckery Hotter than the summer be Niggas really think they spell it out But I'ma spell it clearly Like a nigga gettin' an "A" and doing a fucking spelling bee