Dub - Exhibit A Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] That's how it is I mean that's why I tell ya the streets is wack Cause no matter what a n***a do They still don't give credit where credit is due man No matter what a n***a do I swear to god and n***as do it all They're still going to try and find loopholes That's just what they do That's the type of n***as we're surrounded by It's sad man it's sad .. [Verse 1] Ugh I been in this game for years It made me an animal There's rules to this here I wrote me a manual Steady yourself might give a hand or two But I show no love that there will damage you What I plan to do, some whole new sh** Flow like a drop head coupe your boy ruthless That's about a cool G on this new fit So ill Dub O'Neal a n***a blue chips See I do what they can't do Them dudes couldn't jog with the artist I ran through Who told you n***as I was something that you can handle You couldn't smoke dub if they rolled it in bamboo The labels and them box all checking They love when I get on them joints and talk reckless I was on mami with the juice couture necklace Now she throw it at me All I gotta do is catch it The umpire of my empire Hard body n***as softer than a wet flyer Take em, out the game like I'm Brett Myers Been scorching just imagine when I set fire Snoop, It's the Lex driver Louis Vuitton's best buyer Throw my sets higher Cause a lot of ya been done Yall party in a mansion My n***as is in one Spend till the chips done And If I'm going eat we all eat I'm at the lot with my n***as like pick one Them haters get a couple of bars Cause you must be atheist trynna come at the god I told em, without Maino I been hustling hard Money machines got it sounding like we shuffling cards NA!, still numero uno sh**s heavy, need a big diaper like a sumo Them cats frauds, I'm with my thugs like Cujo The hottest of them broads Sweat a n***a but it's cool though Young got them bags like Santa Claus Plus could give you them white tips french manicures Broke n***as they could never understand the boss In that Panamera Porsche got it mera mera sauce That's Damu, burgundy red Flow like the brim on your fitted it's over your head Ugh, New era and guess who Who going take flight without boarding jet blue I k**ed this sh** and Ima k** the next two Next three next four what you expect dog