Cordae Freestyle | LA Leakers #126 Cordae

Part I: "Kick In The Door" by The Notorious B.I.G

[Verse]
I made my first million by age twenty with slave money
When I signed my first deal, I was hungry and played dummy
'Till I started Hi-Level and signed fly rebels who buy bezels
The truth is they want you to die ghetto
But fuck it, prevail, never tuck in your tail
Remember last summer, them crackers had me stuck in a jail
Up in Louisville, nigga, but I'm stuntin' for real
I got out and took a jet for the XXL
Boy, stop it, the young prophet who drops knowledge
Who copped a Maybach with thе hydraulics, I'm psychotic
I'm diabolic, try a psychedelic
I nevеr try to relish in the sweet moments like a diabetic
Hurry up, nigga, fly a medic, 'cause I'm too sick, I'm too rich
New car, new crib, new money, new bitch, all my niggas ruthless
All my stocks blue chips, we Uber Eats Ruth's Chris
New phone, who's this? Never call again
Your favorite rapper, I will slaughter him, I'm talking 'bout all of them
None is excluded, you're son of a Judas
Not one to confuse with, plus I'm making wonderful music
Don't ever compare me as barely any nigga that's near me
Woke up thinking 'bout my grandma, I'm missing her dearly
But fuck it, my feelings, I tuck it 'cause it's money I must get
Mama told me "Get the dolla" and with no interruption
Never discussion, clear mind are better the judgement
Forever I'm thuggin', I promise you the pressure is nothin'
It made me a savage, young nigga chasin' the cabbage
Promise that I'm never lackin' 'til I'm stadium status
I don't even want the fans, I want the crazy fanatics
I know my music may be sporadic, and maybe a classic that's comin'
I'm gunnin' for anybody ever who want it or front it
But I still gotta wish you wealth in abundance
I woke up with this feeling that I felt in my stomach
It's time to fucking kill these niggas, man, my album is coming Motherfucker