Текст песни 0821 Freestyle - Jay Rizzo

Back at it and I almost had gave up on music
But I'm in a zone now
And I started back writing shit up in my notebook
So ion een pick up the phone now
Anti social I feel like it helped me get focused
So I ain't een leaving my home now
And this year I been celibate
Fuck all these bitches I ain't even tryna get dome now

I just worry bout me and I keep finding ways to improve
A young nigga gon level up
Rizzo man you done did it again
When they hear the tag could already tell its us
Need no label these masters is mine
I give it some time and it'll bring hella bucks
Simple math, I ain't gotta divide, subtract other guys
And then all four pockets stuff

I got flows for days and I still keep it lyrical
My shit ain't making no sacrifice
Keep ya hoe away cuz yo she for the streets
And she tryna find out what my magnum size is
Ego big and they magnify it
Cuz they know my shit bumping they can't deny it
Top 5 and I been on timing, replay value so you can rewind it

Crazy I dealt with depression
Cuz lack of support and these niggas was sleeping on me
Then I remembered this ain't bout the clout
Cuz I love this shit had to go cook up the beat
Shoulda known when I said I was gon drop again
All you could guess that you getting is heat
Treating this tape like a buffet
My flow like a big girl, that mean that its all you can eat

Looking back swear
It's so amazing how ya own thoughts could just fuck you up
Having a battle thats all in my head
I told my own conscience to knuckle up
Mental health fade lead to better days
Now I'm grinding and I might just double up
Two tapes stacked, ya could take that
Then the rest of the year I'm on other stuff

9 Tape yeah its loading, whole team full of goats we was chosen
Aye
Intro and I goes in, I need a plaque for this and my wrist frozen
Aye
I'm on the rise, I feel like its coming soon I just been keeping it humble
Aye
Feel like Fitzgerald, you throw in the end zone and I ain't gon drop it or fumble
Wait

Not done, got some mo bars, ima go hard to the shows over
Fuck doubters and them naysayers, suck dick all they get the cold shoulders
Don't care who ya favorite rapper is, in a battle nigga I'm colder
Brooklyn til I die, I feel like B I, in the Stuy like I'm Jay Hova

God damn I snapped, I know that you feel it now run this shit back
Aye
I can't relax, addicted to killing shit I just relapsed
Aye
I just been known for murdering tracks, my resumé favor Ted Bundy
Aye
Eat up all verses and no I ain't cannibal this tape I'm feeling real hungry
Aye aye yeah