I Thought This Was America (Throw Some D's Remix) (Prod. J.Will)

Freestyle I made over President's weekend.  Lyrics below.


Willy fresh on a roll, coming up on the low
Penthouse at the Cosmo, 21 years old
We was up in the clouds, mile up from the ground
Only way to go is down
When you're on the top floor
K Booty was popping champagne off the balcony
He crazy for that one that memory always come back to me
It's Presidents weekend so you know Obama is faded
He looked a this daughters and said Sasha we made it
We bringing it back and we turning it up
We say what we say and we do what we do cuz we don't give a hm
I gotta be cautious family listening momma is judging
And shout out to niffy and deah and all of my cousins
Been working out hard like I got 10 years in a cell
It's been way too long I gotta get back to myself
And you better believe she's taking it off by herself
I once had a dream I was brothers with kenan and kel

Waking up 10 o'clock start dartying
White girls turning up bring the party in
With some dirty white chucks just to party in
Filling up taking shots til the party ends
Oo kill em oh boy
Never tie me down I just play them like toys
Every single song you put out give a chance try to feel it but I can't man all I hear is noise
Don't get angry be thankful I gave you a hater
Now you can show some emotion so I can just one up you later
I need a competitive balance fifa ain't enough
I already beat everybody there's nobody left

We Made It Freestyle

Lyrics:

Ooo I know you love it when this beat is on
Makes me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got you like damn this the one I should've featured on
Sorry big homie gotta settle for a sing-a-long
Let me cut to the chase top two Willy Fresh and the mirror in the face
Wait
I meant the face in the mirror
I'm talking 'bout myself I couldn't make it any clearer if I tried
So just shut it up and ride
Devil in a tight dress lord help me God
If you're judging me please let it slide
Cuz her pretty brown hair match her pretty brown eyes 

Going gone yea yea
I'm in my zone yea yea
Do it on my own yea yea
I set the tone yea yea
Shots of patron oh no
Taking her home don't know
She won't stop hitting me up
Answer my phone no no
I don't know
I just want to get faded
With the latest and greatest
Making toasts to the doubters 
Taking shots for the haters
This one for the believers 
I do it for the dreamers
Who want the pretty cars, and even prettier ladies
You know I gotta chase
Somebody gotta do it
Everybody standing still
So I guess Imma do it
You stuck behind the blinds
I'm standing in the light
I'm just doing it live
Like number 25

Barry Bonds (Prod. Jordan)

Lyrics

R.I.P my nigga big Kobe
Can’t believe dude really gone
Feel like he was never gonna die
Guess we all gotta go
Staring at myself I’m vain
I could do a few more chains
Everything is what it is
It don’t mean your life can’t change
Out of this cloud I rise
Ego put that aside
Shout to the 213
Shout to the 5
Meet me outside
Wait meet me online
Better not takes no risks life crazy as it is 
And we all know why
Oh oh oh oh
All rise
You can diss but it ain’t so wise
It’s a wrap like ancient times
Here the talk but I pay no mind
Got no life so they hating on mine
Shine bright like a brand new ring
With the boy they can’t do a thing
It’s a fact when you rap niggas nap
See the gums yea they flap
But I can’t hear a thing
Don’t wanna collab with you 
Even in a quarantine
I see the whole thing hundred inch screen
Yadada dadada mean
Woo
Who get busy on beats
I get busy on beats
They can’t ever touch me
Pay my dues won’t wife you
No never owe money/on my knee
Last line meant two things
Only care about two things
Money and me money and me money and me
Walked up to the teller like haha
But wasn’t shit funny to me
I’m ok solo namaste niggas acting
I’m amazed by the silly ways
These naysayers be capping
Left hand if we dapping man

J-Will

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