Lou Reed Freestyle

You see me shine
Purely profit, no money laundering
I'm with your honey fondeling her bottom, You a bottom feeder
I'm hard to please 'til the bottle empty, I bought a liter
Shorties singing songs in my ear, but it's clear it's not Aaliyah (not even close)
And you could dust it off and try again
Y'all fuckin soft, Don't get defiant tryna try my pen
My style is one of one, You tired minds applying trends
Your engineer is garbage, give him problems tryna find the stems
Got rhinestones on the lions den
I grind and spend, You see the science lying on my neck
I make the iron bend, Elements and divided friends
I put the rest to sleep
Don't go test the heat like a Fireman
The iron in my pants, Heavy hand like a frying pan
Bad times inspire these grams to supply 'em hand to hand
Banana tan leather seats in the bimmer, Clever schemes I conceive 'em
She say she love me, but I ain't never seen her
And Sko the illest, I run the floor like it's no position
Could save your ashes, might peel your skin just to roll the spliff in
Been leavin spirits in the wind to keep my soul sufficient
Critics know the name, Still ain't got no taste like a covid symptom
The kid got older wisdom, Twisting the odor in the solar system
Left some giant shoes you ain't suppose to fit 'em
Was prone to mischief growing up thought I was tommy brown
With a Tommy gun and Carthart denim how I walk around

Still be crazy seeing bodies with the chalk around it
My town is all Dominicanos on the block with ounces
Outside with lawn chairs rockin Armani exchange
And fuck a watch cuz I'd rather have an arm full of chains
Harmful to say my elbows heavier than Ron Artest
I'm Playing street ball, so tell your OG I got next
The heat warm, My piece draw, Your head redder than Molly Ringwald
They ain't know what I seen lord, Straight led like the sink water
Took a corner 3 for the lead on em
Shot him in front of the playground, we got em see-sawing
Now he on the ground bleeding out until he release carbon
The mink on em, Cover the knock in the wintertime
Black Tracksuit, We ain't playing soccer just kicking rhymes
Flowin on stages in new locations with different times
Split your mind, I'll leave your brain and the pavement intertwined
I ain't save the day, only safe to say in the nick of time
Still hit the Ave when I'm broke just to cop a nick or dime
Could never set me up imma get my nut if the bitch is fine (Haha)
Sportin enormous Gold Fillings
This cold grill and the flow spilling like it's no ceilings
A cult classic occur with the most villains
Contracts with my name from these labels all bold printed
I'm Uptown, 'til the dope pitchers got no buisness
Fuck around and Hear the gun sound from a close distance
Still don't listen to advice from you bums
I'm Bourdain on the note page, Slicing my thumb
You clearly never explored taste, Stay right where you from
Man fuck these Internet rappers who rather type that they tough, I'm out