
RJ Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #018 RJmrLA
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[Verse 1]
May 26th, MrLA hit the itunes
For the rappers ridin' waves, this a typhoon
Sent a package on a plane with designer shoes
Takeoff red eye, don't arrive 'till high noon
A big boy, tell the labels bust that budget open
Sent a Benz through the mail and you don't owe me nothing
Blindsided to your face, never saw it coming
See my fade up in The Fader, now my barber buzzing
I done started something
Niggas switching on their team to be a part of something
F&N chopper bullets, push the starter button
I equipped it with the beam 'cause it's all or nothin'
Say you from your hood , why they don't call you nothin'
My niggas pop up at your door like you ordered somethin'
Pack your head up like a English muffin
Stack my bread up, really seen it poppin'
Being broke did somethin' to my spirit
Niggas actin' all holy but that Ghost be power steerin'
Seen niggas start a business just to let some niggas kick it
I ain't running from a ticket, that's a failure to appearance
I bet my yesterdays on a bigger future
I can get you through your mood or I can get a shooter
Yeah, we jumped out the Benz, now she in the Uber
Spilling tea to her friends, tryna get a proof of Big Mike
Sunset, ain't it a blessing
We made it off of furs after all that happened
After them kick doors, after the ratish
After that lil' black bitch, the one who ratted
May 26th, MrLA hit the itunes
For the rappers ridin' waves, this a typhoon
Sent a package on a plane with designer shoes
Takeoff red eye, don't arrive 'till high noon
A big boy, tell the labels bust that budget open
Sent a Benz through the mail and you don't owe me nothing
Blindsided to your face, never saw it coming
See my fade up in The Fader, now my barber buzzing
I done started something
Niggas switching on their team to be a part of something
F&N chopper bullets, push the starter button
I equipped it with the beam 'cause it's all or nothin'
Say you from your hood , why they don't call you nothin'
My niggas pop up at your door like you ordered somethin'
Pack your head up like a English muffin
Stack my bread up, really seen it poppin'
Being broke did somethin' to my spirit
Niggas actin' all holy but that Ghost be power steerin'
Seen niggas start a business just to let some niggas kick it
I ain't running from a ticket, that's a failure to appearance
I bet my yesterdays on a bigger future
I can get you through your mood or I can get a shooter
Yeah, we jumped out the Benz, now she in the Uber
Spilling tea to her friends, tryna get a proof of Big Mike
Sunset, ain't it a blessing
We made it off of furs after all that happened
After them kick doors, after the ratish
After that lil' black bitch, the one who ratted
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