
Toca Tuesdays Freestyle Isaiah Rashad
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[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
The sun has risen when I wake up, we racin' for the sake of
Can I get the motherfucking condo in the place of
Duplexes, new ex's, what are you stressin'?
I'm on baby deaux, fuck a job, 22 stressing
Just tell a bitch to suck my dick and love it
See momma taught me never spoil a puppet
Just know the road is rugged
And I ain't scared to tell a bitch I ain't shit
It was vivid in them [?] bricks, them niggas chokin' and ain't even that sick
This feel foul, they even that shit
Niggas thought I would quit, like, fuck
Them niggas thought I was them, boy
Get off the tip boy you all on the brim
Look, Chattanooga story, go biography them
They'll kill the school then we slaughterin' them
And if I tell the truth and I author again
Yawk, yawk, send shots, am I botherin' them?
Look, follow your feet, follow your soul
Hollow as he, shallow as old
I pray for peace, then out of the door
One with the street, and one with the soul
Huggin' the creek, but roamin' the road
One with the beast
[Break]
The sun has risen when I wake up, we racin' for the sake of
Can I get the motherfucking condo in the place of
Duplexes, new ex's, what are you stressin'?
I'm on baby deaux, fuck a job, 22 stressing
Just tell a bitch to suck my dick and love it
See momma taught me never spoil a puppet
Just know the road is rugged
And I ain't scared to tell a bitch I ain't shit
It was vivid in them [?] bricks, them niggas chokin' and ain't even that sick
This feel foul, they even that shit
Niggas thought I would quit, like, fuck
Them niggas thought I was them, boy
Get off the tip boy you all on the brim
Look, Chattanooga story, go biography them
They'll kill the school then we slaughterin' them
And if I tell the truth and I author again
Yawk, yawk, send shots, am I botherin' them?
Look, follow your feet, follow your soul
Hollow as he, shallow as old
I pray for peace, then out of the door
One with the street, and one with the soul
Huggin' the creek, but roamin' the road
One with the beast
[Break]
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