roadman freestyle

Yeah
Came to rough up the game and let 'em feel my pain
Lay up out my way, I hit em broad day
Heard you rock wit lames, man you ain't got no shame
Think that this a game? I let the nuts hang

Let my phone rang
Who is this? What it is?
In my own lane, yeah
Do this shit, they could never touch the flow mane, yeah
I can't rock wit' you, gon' bring me to my old ways, yeah
Blow like propane
Talkin' to em

I be on a roll
I'm tryna get recognition for the flow
Hit up Esso for the gas
Now we ready, hit the road
Told the gang had to hit 'em with another one
They thought this was "TINTS", this the other one

They gon' look the other way anyway since we comin' up
Winter in the summer, told niggas they better button up
If that shit ain't clippin', the mix just really ain't rough enough
Heard they only here cause they havin' fun on the up and up
Skip the fluff

Airplane mode when I am working on tracks
Don't pull up unless you are ready to rap (Yeah)
Need all my cheques wit no fees and no tax (Yeah)
Last one was shaky, tell MS run it back

Run it back
Like I'm training for the league, got the city on my back
Pressure cookin', I can't breathe until they put me (On the map)
Said I sell it to the fiends
Had em thought I'm (Moving crack)
Back to back, I need a G
And need another hundred racks

I don't do the politicin'
Niggas wanna talk about who in they top 5
Who you messin' wit in your right mind?
Run circles 'round the city 5 times
Big nigga, you a lil bitch
Blonde hair like the blind side
Reading in between the lines
I only life life through the highlights
Yeah, Yeah

Keep it lowkey
Please don't worry bout my wife or my team
Please don't worry bout the mission and scheme
Rather worry 'bout you pushin' your dream
Work a hundred hours slaving for cowards
Ain't pushing your own shit, no power
Almost played it safe, had to reroute it
Keep the people round-me who were bout it
Yeah

Whats the mission? (Yeah)
This that shit that they don't wanna hear
All black business (Yeah)
You can tell that they don't want us here
Split decision (Yeah)
Imma need that, need that recognition
No permission (Yeah)
Cinematic panoramic vision
Woah, yeah

I put the pieces together
See through a whole new perspective
Yeah we some birds of a feather
Did it all for my glory
Don't need your trophies or medals
Only gassin' I'm tryna hear
Is my foot's on the pedal
I'm gone

Came to rough up the game and let 'em feel my pain
Lay up out my way, I hit em broad day
Heard you rock wit lames, man you ain't got no shame
Think that this a game, I let the nuts hang

Let my phone rang
Who is this? What it is?
In my own lane, yeah
Do this shit, they could never touch the flow mane, yeah
I can't rock wit' you, gon' bring me to my old ways
Blow like propane
Talkin' to em