cigar boy (freestyle)

Singer:crooked i

yeah

tenth anniversary for hip hop weekly is around the corner

niggas paranoid

nigga i'm back at it

star boy

call me cuban cigar boy

the illest. i feel like michael jackson with the glitter glove at the mtv awards

rocking a fedora on some kingpin shit

the flow is neil armstrong planting his flag on a saturday

that mean i'm moonwalking on some weekend shit

i'm from the city of long beach that's where police get hit

and the guns are so voluptuous

just wanna squeeze this bitch

i'm street shit

my niggas'll never snitch

rather sleep six

feet beneath the earth where all of they secrets is

g shit

but nowadays the g code get treated horrible

don't it?

different court than when jordan was on it

all lame ball games

i'm just enjoying the moment

when i'm recording at four in the morning destroying opponents

see these rappers like to front like they the ones that's ill with it

when it come to real lyrics cause i'm under skilled

critics said you was sick

he wouldn't know fuck shit

even if he was sitting on the toilet while the plunger still in it

deal with it

nigga this is god level flow

what i'm about to say next

i'm freestyling

so i never know

booth pitch black

watch bezel glow

this that breakfast club shit

nigga the lox episode

i just attract those riches

then racks come to me

i just attract more bitches than flat tummy tea

i just rap so vicious

it's a civil duty to be a star boy

like i mixed the class on civics and astrophysics

i'm out here getting at your mrs

i didn't know though

if she ain't loyal that's your business

i got the tde strap

nigga the shrapnel visits

your abs and your soul 'cause it's pointed at your gizzard

don't act so 'spicious

what's that? that's those crickets

i leave everybody he knows bleeding

back row tickets

gimme the cash flow digits

gimme the rap flow so heavy in food for thought

that it crack your dishes and snap your dentures

rappers can't compete with the wisdom

they still got the brainwashing they received from the system

i could've easily dissed them

squeeze it and leave them a victim

'cause we be taking beef literally

like a thief in the kitchen

you lost souls

i ain't judging y'all

i ain't the magistrate

the plates is out of steak

the chucks is rattlesnake

the bucks won't change me no matter the amount i make

'cause i know how to keep shit sweet even when i'm out of cake

nah

i don't need a dollar to thrive

before i had an impala to drive with models inside

i opened a book of real niggas

followed the guide

while my lioness gave me head and swallowed my pride

i took all of my problems astride

gotta survive

even when i feel like my extended clips hollow inside

had god on my side

started from the bottom and rise

i lost a couple of friends

caught them in lies

like being in a relationship you need to break up and escape

or staying with a deadbeat you need to wake up and replace

or donald trump shaking hands with martin luther the third

niggas showing fake love straight up to my face

dog

that ain't nothing but a life lesson

i'm glad you expose yourself

i don't like guessing

i'm in a swimming pool that'll shock khaled

counting my blessings

ordering cobb salad with some light dressing

your favorite rapper? you swear that he the craziest

then you find out he not the savior that he say he is

all his songs fire 'cause of holy ghost writers

it's like finding out the bible was written by some atheists

man

i do this shit religiously

i do this shit religiously

realest nigga in the industry

illest nigga in the industry

this is c.o.b

cob season

what we say? we say all year." we doing this all year!