Lyrics blue moon freestyle - Nava Drops Barz

Point me in the direction of the boss
I'm not leaving till I see him breathing double cross
Call me Machiavelli I don't care about the cost
Put me in my mind bro, I wanna get lost
I'm not talking bout the sauce, I've been living in the sauce, oh boy
Carolina side coleslaw, oh boy
You know that I come into the game, oh boy
I've been chilling by myself, no noise
No noise, no noise, no noise
I've been tryna get inside my head, no noise
People try to ask me how I been so cold
I don't know I'm only 23 years old

Last Dance balling like I think I'm Scottie ya
Cop a new Bugatti foreign on the body yuh
Only Michael Jordan when I'm coming after ya
I got hella rings, but I want another one oo hoh
People always wonder where I've been oh hooh
Dripping just to wash away the sin, too cool
Everybody wanna know my name, oh hoh
Colorado Golden boy I drink Blue Moon

I've been nervous and I've been alone
Things I should say but can't say on the phone
I know that it's spring and we're starting to glow
And the scent of magnolia broke through the snow
Back when the city was live in the dark
Used to be us down on Washington Park
I know that it's childish I know we just met
But I think I'm obsessed with what comes out your mouth
Back in December the city was cold
The hoodie he gave you not keeping you warm
I know that you're frozen you're not really sleeping
The stress of the day hits you when you're alone
So please go and

Point me in the direction of the boss
I'm not leaving til I see him breathing double cross
Call me Machiavelli I don't care about the cost
Put me in my mind bro, I wanna get lost
I'm not talking bout the sauce, I've been livin in the sauce, oh boy
Carolina side coleslaw, oh boy
You know that I come into the game, oh boy
I've been chillin by myself, no noise

Boy from Canada, Bombay with the gin
Handed me the tonic I can taste the medicine
I can throw a party make a boy feel like a king
Til it all blows up, shouts Carole Baskin
Dawg I took a lotta of L's make you wanna duck down
Did it to myself now I'm finna buckle down
Didn't speak up, didn't wanna sound dumb
In a sticky situation like it's Hubba Bubba gum
Oh god, oh god, yeah
Same old boy, new squad, aye
My routine is tops, yeah
Diamonds on my floss, oh hoh

So please go and point me in the direction of the bag
I'm not leaving til I start to reap the double cash
Talkin' what's next I don't talk about the past
So don't tell me what's best with your head up in the sand
Talk about the sauce, I been living in the sauce, oh boy
Carolina side coleslaw oh boy
You know that I come into the game, oh boy
I've been chillin by my, Ive been chillin by my