lirik lagu awol$ - unorthodox (freestyle)
[intro]
uh
yea
don’t confuse me with joey bad-ss neither
hahaha
its awol$ n-gga!
[verse]
i been looking down the road of the riches
say h-llo to all the folks that sold they soul just to get it
burn in h-ll for the money that you earn while you living
got bars like san quitten and a flow thats so explicit
i be reaching goals with no equipment
i been transmitting tracks to get reactions when they listen
just imagine the talent it takes when crafting every sentence
with a p-ssion and a vision, not p-ssive i stay consistant
to rapping i’m so committed, not stagnant im loading writtens
then blast at my compet-tion even though they don’t exist you get it
these critics really say i’m unorthodox
16 but i’m old enough to call the shots
a song i dropped record labels call to sign me on the spot
i cause a lot of commotion from nothing now i’m on the top
so call the cops
i jus blew up its like a mortar popped don’t talk a lot
i jus k!ll a verse and then the floor get mopped
body bagging beats tripple beaming b-tch my bars is hot
no need to intervene
when n-ggas scheme to see me fall and stop need more than props
i need respect, power, porscha drops
i ain’t signing nothin unless they offer what they offered pac
and big
to the top i slid, the top notch kid
rolls royce phantoms just for me to hotbox in
since i dropped in the game, now they watch my pen
with nonstop sin they can’t say i’m not top ten
so why stop when, the fans say that i be spitting napalm
born to die
so i ain’t scared just tell em keep my grave warm
buried with my chains on, not adolf
so try an touch my jewels i promise you i’ll cut ya face off
its apparent no comparing, i spit quicker then a chainsaw,
with half a verse or half a clip i’m only letting 8 off, then take off
blvck scale hoodie in the cut look like i’m trayvon
ipod shuffle, in the duffle bumping raekwon
tape ammunition on a mission to get fame a long barrel barreta
under pressure going awol
scopes on the dresser same place that i put the k on
i’m abouta k!ll the game with 40 glocks in they face drawn
momma need the money so do i, tell her stay strong
i swear ima get rich i promise it ain’t gon take long
honestly watching the top, gun in my sock
n-ggas that want me to flop none of them wanna get shot
don’t trust these n-ggas
one thing i learned from my pops
k!ll em with writtens or off of the top
all of these n-ggas belong in a box
i just pay attention
make decisions on the verge of a lot
i’ll never stop, till my heart beat slows up
racing to the top hit the pedal hear the motor
instrumentals in a cobra clutch these n-ggas froze up
plus they flow stolen meaning that these n-ggas owe us
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