Akala Billie Jean Freestyle
Give me any beat and it's no skin off my nose
No little boy nowhere touch my flows, ice cold
When I give it to em I'm nice bro
Playin with ya life like runnin on tight ropes
U don't want it with the kid spit it straight from the top
For my niggas lickin shots what are straight from the block
Back & 4th with the pot make do with what u got
Never ever try be sumthing now that I'm not, just a nigga from the gutter
Struggling for bread & butter & I grew up on the dole I'm hungry as a motherfucker
That's why I flow better move like a go-getta
And I'm on my grind got no time for no-heffa, girls love him though
Say that he's handsome no mansion or phantom a young black branson
Illastate, illastate you could never immatate, hand of the god on our side like riverplate
Rap marradon but I'm not coke out bangin 1-20 in the gym siping ginsing
You know that boy akala, beat kids down just like their father
Sick when I spit on rhyums Like a clip, Lyrics hit 'em
So vivid with it A blind man can see their visions
So kids sit and listen
Shit, I'm a flippin' villain
I belong in prison for killin' rhythms in Great Britain
