too much talk freestyle
Bounce, uh... just a little freebie
This ain’t even going on the tape, nigga fuck it
This that overtime flow
Look
It won’t ever be beneficial for them to ever hate me
I work immensely and dream greatly
And for all my inner wisdoms I scribble daily
To get this fed-free fetti
May God bless it cuz my guess it ain’t shit you could tell me
Let’s get it
Tell these haters to catch up, hot dogging forreal
Peep the way this guy rolls, flat bread on that lam
I’m just showing, improving, niggas told me I couldn’t
Now they say I’m great all day man they just Johnathon Gruden
Baby scholarship student smart when she do that part
And I do fool with few these hoes but don’t do so with too much talk
These bitches too much talk, these niggas too much talk
Niggas be deep as fuck, it confuse that when using heart
Pussy niggas try to push me to the limit
Think it’s all love jones ‘till I perform as menace
A man has zero if a man has limits
Where I’m from, little lads pass stones like bad kidneys
Get me doe, and it’s on my mind but the same time
And today I wrote a great rhyme and read news of a new Columbine
The world good, it’s the people crazy so we pray for Newtown
And I pray for truth and I pray profusely while shaking Lucifer
May God have us, in this time we ain’t all together
We all pot, all day I hear you calling kettle
Call waiting, call blocked, no conversation
And I see nobody like a fucking coroner on vacation
Shout out to my fam though
And I don’t fuck with snakes but I got ladies up at FamU
D.C. get me, Tallahas-see me
To the wack niggas hating, have a glass of Fiji
You niggas parched, don’t even start, you need Dasani
Your finest women you wine and dine won’t see my lobby
Whoa Kimosabe, big balling is still my hobby
If a ball was one of these rhymes I’d get a scholarship with this rhyming, look
The Bo Jack of profound rap, guess they not hip
So they all burn from the highest man to not Buck yet
‘Cuz I’d rather Raider, try not to date her but occupate her
And I floss your lady, her walls shake like a cocky neighbor
Folarin in the house ma’am
And after yoga get India with the Dhalsim
One-fifty-one chilling on the couch bent
Feeling I ain’t getting it ‘cuz I ain’t living on a mountain yet
The perfect night is a quiet woman and loud spliff
Sanaa Lathan like, bumping Bilal shit
Serenade her with some words, spread them curves that’s my goal
Since I blow and treat my horn like a trombone
They may flow but they not dope, they just drive ‘cuz they not fly
They may say we at a I but they not ‘Le, they just lie
And a more than likely vacant, and I’m all the time booked
Reflected mine via the tongue like Jordan Five, woo
Like Lou Williams, I do numbers and I’m too serious
In that blue Bentley, it’s true it’s rented, bought a new dead man
Ghost tinted like number suit, I’ma blow digits
It’s no bull, for your old J’s they gon’ four-fifth ya
Olympic 9’s I been in, ‘cuz all the dimes was training
I’m so in love with this hip-hop but I swear it changed when I got famous
Off the wall like MJ is, off the wall like I'm Vega
Austin Powers with gold, Austin, Steve when I'm drinking
Double sleeve I’m a Anky, double cup I’m on TX
On out in BX with Frenchie nigga fuck with me where I be at
Nigga know I leave how I entered
And you leave without respect then you may leave out dismembered
And I see you Laurinaitis but my Legion is different
You Dodge Ram and I’m large Benz MMG nigga, get me... Doe
And I hear the talking but these niggas is talking Folarin
December 24th, Folarin