Baby Kenny - SPACE JAM FREESTYLE Lyrics

I don't think I'm better than anybody personally
I don't think I'm better than anybody spiritually
You know what I mean?
I don't think I'm better than anybody in any way or form of fashion
But as far as this rap thing
I think am better than everybody
Foenem radio bitch
I just poured some drank that cost a boat cuz I get seasick
Zotti in my blunt and it's more foul than Draymond's defense
In the stu I'm getting my skills up she think I'm cheating
It's the end of Space Jam how this lil bitch be reaching
Tony Romo that nine on me gon' make a nigga see stars
Tony Stark that iron on me gon' make a nigga meet God
I'm a junkie hero they love me and they kneel before me like Zod yea
My wockhardt so beautiful that bitch got a face card yea
That za on me it's two tone
The blunt heavy it broke through two floors
I get aggressive when people approach my cup so don't get too close
I pray to God before I go to sleep my raw sins gone, Naruto
Lil shawty said she love sucking me so much she wish she had two throats (oh boy)
Don't leave the house without my gun
The bullets hit fast it won't help if you run
Bad bitch in a black dress on her knees
I give her that white and make her nun
Bambú sheet and it's filled with the snow caps
Niggas might catch pneumonia
My zotti and lean they tag team champs
But I never backdown from a two on one
LSD want me too now it's three on one
Roll a jay while I drive on the 301
Bro got an AR it came with a blade
I think Imma call him a Midnight Son
I'm a huge upgrade from her last nigga
Yea I put her in Gucci and Louis Vuitton
The opps tryna have a block party
But we pull up and make it a marathon
I can't talk nigga like a parlay I got money on the line
All these trees up in my blunt I got these monkeys tryna climb
You can't be sober when you Planet Boot my nigga that's a crime
Better light up a blunt
Or pop you a pill
Or you'll be serving jail time
Double cup it's too tall
Bitch I take the roof off
I put the flame to my zotti then a nigga flew off
Gang shit it excludes y'all
No we do not include y'all
We were broke still having bitches on the 69b futon
Best of the best when it comes to the za mid is evil to me like the twelfth century
I don't need a chain my zotti got ice I can turn the summer into January
I pull up on you let off twenty eight shots now your vision all black like February
I really be cooling but you wanna beef now they marching your ass to the cemetery
My zotti is loud as a bitch it's having a scream battle with the Black Canary
The plug fronted me and then I went poof
Like the son of Timmy Turner's fairies
I bought a white dress for my lean cup I'm in love with that bitch and we getting married
I'm whipping the bricks for the coke heads yea I'm Gordon Ramsay with the culinary.