Bregma Freestyle Lyrics

You niggas might be aight but I'm more goody
This hip hop shit is a sport to me
I'm Bill [?] in a porch hoodie
Pass me the torch, I'm a contortionist
The way I manoeuvred into this game
They ain't even opened the door fully
Niggas tough talking, I scorched bullies
Literally, fuck a metaphor
A blind man can see that my team is ahead of yours
So I ain't gotta check the score
[?] two crates at the record store
I'm either Heath Ledger or Brandon Lee
See I can catch a bullet randomly
Or OD on medication and never become the legend I plan to be
It's a very thin line between genius and insanity
I walk the tight rope
Shall I fall? I hope to end it all on the right note
For this shit that I write bro
I get a check and I don't mean spell checking for typos
This ain't a essay
I paid the cost to be the [?]
More work and less play
And now a nigga polished
Funny since they kicked me outta college
I been kicking knowledge
Far from consciousness
Nigga with a guilty conscience
Part of my mental was built on nonsense
So I be with the fuck shit
That's why at every function while all you niggas jumping
I'm in this bitch with my back against the wall
And a strap in my draws for niggas yapping they jaws
Shorty grabbed me by my hand and said I never dance
Then asked if I'm nervous
I just don't want this shit to fall and pop myself
Like a [?]
Your flow compared to mine is like match to a furnace
So I pay more in taxes than what you actually earning
Factual learning
I'm the captain of this ship
'Fore I ride a nigga wave, I'll capsize this bitch
And yo ass might get drenched
Like a baptising shit
But ain't no pass, it's just a black guy with a stick
Get jacked riding in a six
Candy pane, got 'em looking like a sweet lick
To a broke nigga thats a cheap face
Man is a maze to compete with
40 calibre, it ain't your calendar
Challengers lining up for your Challengers or Camero
Ride for your dinero
You better play scarecrow
I hollow tips outta that barrel
Ripping through a [?]
I keep it real thorough
Let you niggas play Will Ferrel
I'm a wheel barrow
Push through the ales and perils to see if the grass is greener
Niggas still gotta stash the nina
Me and tick passing weed and mashing through Pasadena
Off the lit
I'm surprised we ain't crashed the Beamer
Pardon my brash demeanour
The freshman to the outclass, the class of seniors
And they ain't even a masters genius
West mile just a mast of demons
Strike game to the casket
We'll never let the cash between us, uh