Lyrics Ether Freestyle - Canna Man

Man these geeks talk a lot of shit. They all out of it
The whole game sucks dick with a lot of spit
And I'm not a hit. But I keep it real
They all image like the face of a sneaker deal
I dont need a meal. Keep a couple packed
If you run it then you run it till it's double back
Pack a duffelbag. Keep a clean crew
Set a trap for when rats try to lean through
Seen who? Man they aint even lowkey
They standing outside cause these rappers all broke G
Pokey, that's your girl in my inbox
Asking for favors with getting her things dropped
Big shot, man you ain't even small fry
The boys from my corner renaming you fall guy
All die, but my name be eternal
Stacking the Chiefs while you chasing the Colonel

And the game got a lot of fakes. Plus a lot of snakes
Numbers up man we call this the lotto tape
And she swallow great, yeah I'll give her that
True empowerment when unborns hit her back
All that pitter pat, cloak and dagger shit
They all friendly but I know all these rappers slick
Can't rap for shit, but they bark a lot
Till they ducking between cars in the parking lot
Time to stop with the dick riding birdshit
Im pulling the plug on these snitches yall worship
Worthless, that's the motto of the rap game
Junkies of tomorrow following rap fame
Rap names, I ain't giving yall spotlight
If you feeling the burn then you know you got shot right
Got it? not quite allow me to translate
Might shoot you a nod man but never a handshake