Battery Pack Freestyle (feat. The Tea Sage) Video (MV)

This that rappity rap
Too sweet, get a cavity rap
And I'm always on go
Yeah, it's something like a battery pack
If you show me your shit and I say nothing, it's whack
It was CJ, me, and Renzo smoking weed in the dark
Cypher over beats all week
I can remember
Like the very first night of September so just leave me alone
I haven't seen it all, but man I've seen a lot so don't
Try to act like clout matters I douse rappers
Outsiders, we outmaneuver
You 'bout status?
We 'bout that magic
The lyrical pattern is acrobatic
Cross me once and I'll probably write your name on the blacklist
Outside in the cold like chain smokers
Can't work with you if you ain't focused
All my clients know it
I'm dope by osmosis
Yeah
Pick up the pen and I get the ball rolling

(Say what)

Dust my shoulders off
Dust my shoulders off
Dust my shoulders off
Okay, okay

Look
Chicago Bulls starter jacket
Red and white hightop AF1's to match it
They love my steez
Like Sam Smith, they stay latchin'
Lit like matches
I'm never loud like band practice (bands)
Stay low-key, and handle business (business)
Ha, you rappers lost, straight stranded with it (stranded)
Vision 20/20 I can see through (yup)
All the fake love I get from you people (fake love)
People come and go, ain't nothing new (nope)
Come walk a mile in these f*ckin' shoes (f*ckin' shoes)
Sneak dissing, leave it for you weak bitches
Creep on the low looking like 'em TLC bitches
Y'all some scrubs, I ain't talking what the nurses wear
Raps sound like nursery rhymes, shit just hurts to hear
But I'm outta here [hair] like a bald guy
Punchlines hit 'em so hard I got you cross eyed (boom)