Yuck Freestyle Thelonious (Ft. Mick Jenkins)

[Intro]
My nigga Soft Eyez snapped on this shit
Said we gon' do it for the trouble side
Back outside nigga
Eating time nigga
Check

[Verse 1: Thelonious]
I'm a Buffalo soldier
Got the Grove debating who the best
From told professions of the hard knocks (uh) and true distress
Moving in pursuit of checks
To cop my pops a better place that look like
Heavens gates could be the new address (yeah, [?] nigga)
'Cause we done seen the hell first
Escaped the west end, on welfare but shit I'm well versed (yeah)
In Rocking dusty steppers and crusty
Sweaters that smelled worse (Yuck)
It's stomach rumbles 'til that loot appears
For the pain that I been saving
In my soul like they was souvenirs (uh)
And so it goes
See out on road I've grown exposed
To local so-and-so's sticking needles through
They threads like they was sewing clothes
That's where I penned my coldest flows
To fuck the game like they controller froze
But if niggas ain't heed my warnings then I won't impose
Thelon ain't known for toe to toes
That's why you'll find me hating when I roll to shows
Waiting by the door so I can hold it closed
Niggas been known to pose so catch 'em selling rapper gimmicks
Get they flows disposed
Shit
While y'all was talking baking soda for that fake persona
I was slaving at the warehouse to make the quota
Putting notes to paper 'til my break was over
Still cooking local tapes and hoping to
Shake this weight of the globe
From off my aching shoulder
Huh