Tommy Mas - Doggybag Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1:] I said it's hard to fall off, when you're coming in first And everyone else put in a hearse Chubby n***a so I told 'em that my tummy was hurtin' And then they found out I had my rhyme book under my shirt I'm not going far?, somebody lied But if you try to touch my crown I'm turning n***as color blind sh**, I'm raping beats like Bill Cosby under them sheets Never took an L don't know how it feel to be Meek A.D.D. got me feelin' so accomplished, you're novice I could make you one of my accomplices Ride shotty through Gotham like Robin did Just don't get crazy kid Cult cla**ic, f** a four five Not I, I'd rather write down four rhymes The new kid with a nice jumper, I'm like the super fly runners I'm flyer than a suicide jumper And I went and boosted my confidence, from hard rock to hard knock, left the block in astonishment Any f**ing tune, I'mma just have to just body it That's for kamikazes in Nagasaki and all you sh**s Can't send a boy to do a man's job, 'cuz a Fisher price never fishing right, doesn't matter the body kit And any way that you cut it, I'm still monstrous, hey dude, they all fools so play cool [Verse 2] Made fools of Einsteins and wise guys Since high school, my IQ's been sky high This isn't even my hardest sh** I've been up to par with all the n***as you partnered with Dog, just to say the least of it, you tryna take over, I ethered it with my weaker sh** Man, I swear since day one they couldn't kick it with the styles that I kick it, since I always been a sneaker pimp I copped my first Kilroys and big boys at half price, sold them for double, and now I stay fly Stylin' on 'em since I was standing about 'Ye high, Sinatra been roaring all you cats just meow high Any questions, f** you, not I Your sh** is irrelevant, ever since I started Out the smartest kids weren't gettin' it Questionin' how to get up on this level of excellence I just tell 'em its natural and they started respectin' it But, since then, I've been giving them trouble They all want my logic so they gathered in huddles I mean, B Steve J been sick with this diction I learned half these words in 6th grade detention A problem child in the smartest cla** Got 'em mad since they saw some profit in my sonogram If you ain't heard about it, you should probably ask Its toetags and bodybags And then we throw the scraps in the doggybags