Nothing Is Freestyle

How hard was it for you to get the mic then, early on as a DJ?

Artists living comfortably

Yo, yo

Just let off a couple

I am, I am still having fun

It's been huh, two years, and my, my 24th album, and I feel

Let me try some shit

It's big uncle on the checkout

Leather Stacy Adams boot when I step out

More muscle, I pull a piece of your neck out

Bake a cake and only serve it when it's fresh out

Off the oven rack, bottom crispy like a hundred stack

Cuttin' down oak, I'm a lumberjack

I get a thought then I move on it

Take a needle, drag it across a plate and cut a groove on it

It's solidified, I'm gifted (you got a gift)

Password protected, the hard drive's encrypted

I told the sample lay on the ground and then I stripped it

Sprinkle magic in the batter before I whipped it

Duck down low when the fire spark

I peel off all you saw was a tire mark

Never knew a day off existed, I'm way off of the grid

Got over like a fat rat then slid

Inside a backpack the Mac is hid

Flavor packages I sit inside the sauce like a rack of ribs

Money trust, you dead to me if I don't know you 20 plus

Go in the booth wear a helmet and ride the funny bus

This is just a little freestyle to vent

Blowin' like the AC when it seep out the vent

Hard to keep it contained it just leaks out the pen

I spit, clear my throat and then release out the phlegm

Put pressure on a piece of coal and then squeezed out a gem

Come outta left, kings of the kitchen showed me how to chef

Try keepin' up and you'll be out of breath (be out of breath)

Uh, I give you style but nothing is free (no)

It's on the arm but nothing is free (nothing)

Get it for cheap but nothing is free

Show you the style but nothing is free