tim westwood freestyle family feud
Yuh
Yah Yah
(Laughing)
14, yuh
Ooh
Ooh, nowadays I really miss my fucking idols
So that's the title, I grab a Bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit did me like a cycle
Bodies and piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while I start making it rainstorm
You see I can't ignore it
You niggas gon' see it's in your brain snoring
And you sleep on me until you can't no more
'Til you can't no more
Haha, yeah, ayy
Wake up I got my cake up, I need to rake up
I'm your savior, niggas ain't tough
And you can't buck, and you won't bust
And it's Trippie Redd bitch, I won't get touched
In my Gucci coat
In my Gucci loafs, I got Gucci clothes
Ayy, that's, that's all for today