FABEV Freestyle Cordae

Part I

[Intro]
I'll probably come in like, uh
Yeah, uh, January 14th
Get y'all shit together, nigga
Oh, oh, y'all really took the bait too
Y'all really took the bait too, like, uh
Nah, I got y'all
Yeah, uh

[Verse]
Who would've ever imagined or fathomed that we would actually make it off of rapping? (Uh)
I had a feeling that this all would happen (Yeah)
God's timing is perfect
The last album was about finding your purpose
This one start rewinding my verses
You'll find a deeper message
Been this way since my preconception (Uh)
Before a lethal weapon (Yeah)
Before I would tour with Jarad Higgins (Uh)
Bеfore I was trippin'
Before I еxited mental prisons
Before the auditions, y'all all fake
I use you niggas as bait, okay, that's law eight
Belief in myself, that's raw faith (Hmm)
I been seeing through y'all moves, okay, that's Spygate (Uh)
I love to gamble with high stakes and learn from every loss that I take
My mistakes are beautiful
Twitter nigga in a office cubicle commentating on Black music, how foolish
You must've just skimmed through it, how could you relate to it?
The type of niggas I hate, uh
Worldwide tours, I be filling rooms (Real)
I do it for the kids that be feeling doom (Nah, for real)
Uh, pills and shrooms all still consumed
Pitchfork writers born with a silver spoon
This that heat seekers for the deep thinkers
I might take a trip to LA Leakers (Uh)
I might press the button and end discussion of who's the best
Under twenty-five, and lay that conversation to rest
Even under thirty, I was young and dirty, gettin' money early (Uh)
Hickory Hill apartments, one bedroom
One bed shared with four people, no legroom
Futon couch, my mom and little bro could vouch (Uh)
Hard times maketh man (Real)
I was fifteen takin' Xans
Droppin' mixtapes and creatin' plans
Manifestation, God's creation
My step pops was in the nation, learn moderation (Uh)
Learn discipline, no Christmas gift
We was like, "Fuck Saint Nicholas," my flow ridiculous
Time is limited upon this Earth
Before the death and after the birth
From a bird's-eye view, my third eye grew
For sure, I knew I was destined to do this shit
January fourteenth, coming sooner than expected
My mind is hectic, thoughts eclectic
At times I felt disrespected by the genre I love
Uh, fuck you niggas, only God can judge
January 14th, From a Birds Eye View
I'll reassure what you already knew on January 14th