Created Freestyle King Iso
"Created Freestyle" by King Iso, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track exploring themes of identity, resilience, and self-discovery. Iso's intricate wordplay and raw emotion highlight personal struggles and triumphs. The song features unique beats and flows, showcasing his lyrical prowess and cultural relevance in the hip-hop scene.
[hook:]
Smoking hella weed
Getting hella faded
Staring in the mirror thinking
Mama look what you created
Look what you created
Look what you created
[verse 1:]
Young motherfucking nightmare
Nigga never had no dreams
Yeah that's him right there
Gun tucked into my jeans
Ride around the city like "what?"
Niggas don't wanna come near me
I don't give a fuck if you love it
I don't give a fuck if you don't hear me
Shhhh...
Nigga hear the demon talking
Nigga don't be up talking
I need to get the people off me
I don't give a fuck about it
Nigga i'm just doing me
Nigga i'm a sicko psycho
Difference between you and me
Gang bang nigga with a semi-automatic
If a nigga trippin' i'ma let a nigga have it
Catch a nigga slippin' then i hit em through the static
Them niggas already know that (He a bumpin' addict?)
Break into your home and leave your body in the attic
Pop another pill and hit the liquor i'm an addict
Sick of motherfuckers who be talkin' bout the static
But when i pop up on em they be running like a (panic?)
Coz i'm the only motherfucker in my reach and killin' shit
Everybody lookin' at me don't know who you dealin' with
Every time i make another song i make a nigga quit
I don't even gotta try not even a little bit
Pickin' up a pen and pad and if i do i scribble shit
Kinda like a little kid
Nigga you ain't sick as this
I could get your pretty chick
Tell the bitch to kiss my dick
Every time i come i keep it sinister the wicked shit
Smoking hella weed
Getting hella faded
Staring in the mirror thinking
Mama look what you created
Look what you created
Look what you created
[verse 1:]
Young motherfucking nightmare
Nigga never had no dreams
Yeah that's him right there
Gun tucked into my jeans
Ride around the city like "what?"
Niggas don't wanna come near me
I don't give a fuck if you love it
I don't give a fuck if you don't hear me
Shhhh...
Nigga hear the demon talking
Nigga don't be up talking
I need to get the people off me
I don't give a fuck about it
Nigga i'm just doing me
Nigga i'm a sicko psycho
Difference between you and me
Gang bang nigga with a semi-automatic
If a nigga trippin' i'ma let a nigga have it
Catch a nigga slippin' then i hit em through the static
Them niggas already know that (He a bumpin' addict?)
Break into your home and leave your body in the attic
Pop another pill and hit the liquor i'm an addict
Sick of motherfuckers who be talkin' bout the static
But when i pop up on em they be running like a (panic?)
Coz i'm the only motherfucker in my reach and killin' shit
Everybody lookin' at me don't know who you dealin' with
Every time i make another song i make a nigga quit
I don't even gotta try not even a little bit
Pickin' up a pen and pad and if i do i scribble shit
Kinda like a little kid
Nigga you ain't sick as this
I could get your pretty chick
Tell the bitch to kiss my dick
Every time i come i keep it sinister the wicked shit
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