Damn, it's Imari Coppins
You niggas know what time it is, Flava Flav
Sergeant on the beat, call me Major Payne
You niggas pure comedy, Damon Wayans
Internet shit, homie, don't play that
Cause I got that shit that can line you up through your wave cap
Flow sharper than a sword on Blaine's back
For that money, I smash on your beat ASAP
I'm ready if the roads get rocky cause I know no one can top me
I deserve all of the desserts and all of the toppings
Q and Face up next, bitch, do you copy
Yeah, do you copy
Yeah, what up, Face
You see, I be the guy showin' love in my state
Beast on beats, volume three, nobody be the same
You gon' hear every verse, probably through the whole tape
Cause I say what I mean, I mean what I say
Had a talk with my sis by my figure
She call me a rapper, but I'm a artist, paint pictures
She said, you go, lil' bro, show them people you got it
Fall off, I doubt it, wherever road, I shout it
Make my gang the proudest
Me and Q is like black on black
Like Jordan and Robin, like Kobe and Shaq
Like Booker and Aidan, like Chris Dunn and Zack
I got my point across, so I'ma leave it at that
So niggas don't front on me, I'll forever have your back
Front line when it's time to attack
Only people hatin' on me cause that girl want a snack
Let them lick on my sack
Suck my dick, give them that
Go and order a cab
Ain't no stayin' here, bitch, I got shit to do
Collect revenue
Get this album done cause it's overdue
Bling, Blau, Bird
My jury sayin' nobody cold as you
Similar to a Capri Sun pouch
Yeah, I got the juice
One was okay, two was the truth
But this one around won't bring what the f*ck
Eyes are oozin
Cause this is what I do
Two words, everybody didn't want me to win
F*ck you
Straight like that
Ayy, ayy
We stay listenin' to Beats on Beats Vol. 3
Nobody's beats is safe
C.C King Freestyle (feat. 614Q) Video (MV)
Performed By: FaceTheTruth614
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Donte Farrow, Quinton Sunderland
FaceTheTruth614 - C.C King Freestyle (feat. 614Q) Lyrics
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Damn, it's Imari Coppins
You niggas know what time it is, Flava Flav
Sergeant on the beat, call me Major Payne
You niggas pure comedy, Damon Wayans
Internet shit, homie, don't play that
Cause I got that shit that can line you up through your wave cap
Flow sharper than a sword on Blaine's back
For that money, I smash on your beat ASAP
I'm ready if the roads get rocky cause I know no one can top me
I deserve all of the desserts and all of the toppings
Q and Face up next, bitch, do you copy
Yeah, do you copy
Yeah, what up, Face
You see, I be the guy showin' love in my state
Beast on beats, volume three, nobody be the same
You gon' hear every verse, probably through the whole tape
Cause I say what I mean, I mean what I say
Had a talk with my sis by my figure
She call me a rapper, but I'm a artist, paint pictures
She said, you go, lil' bro, show them people you got it
Fall off, I doubt it, wherever road, I shout it
Make my gang the proudest
Me and Q is like black on black
Like Jordan and Robin, like Kobe and Shaq
Like Booker and Aidan, like Chris Dunn and Zack
I got my point across, so I'ma leave it at that
So niggas don't front on me, I'll forever have your back
Front line when it's time to attack
Only people hatin' on me cause that girl want a snack
Let them lick on my sack
Suck my dick, give them that
Go and order a cab
Ain't no stayin' here, bitch, I got shit to do
Collect revenue
Get this album done cause it's overdue
Bling, Blau, Bird
My jury sayin' nobody cold as you
Similar to a Capri Sun pouch
Yeah, I got the juice
One was okay, two was the truth
But this one around won't bring what the f*ck
Eyes are oozin
Cause this is what I do
Two words, everybody didn't want me to win
F*ck you
Straight like that
Ayy, ayy
We stay listenin' to Beats on Beats Vol. 3
Nobody's beats is safe
You niggas know what time it is, Flava Flav
Sergeant on the beat, call me Major Payne
You niggas pure comedy, Damon Wayans
Internet shit, homie, don't play that
Cause I got that shit that can line you up through your wave cap
Flow sharper than a sword on Blaine's back
For that money, I smash on your beat ASAP
I'm ready if the roads get rocky cause I know no one can top me
I deserve all of the desserts and all of the toppings
Q and Face up next, bitch, do you copy
Yeah, do you copy
Yeah, what up, Face
You see, I be the guy showin' love in my state
Beast on beats, volume three, nobody be the same
You gon' hear every verse, probably through the whole tape
Cause I say what I mean, I mean what I say
Had a talk with my sis by my figure
She call me a rapper, but I'm a artist, paint pictures
She said, you go, lil' bro, show them people you got it
Fall off, I doubt it, wherever road, I shout it
Make my gang the proudest
Me and Q is like black on black
Like Jordan and Robin, like Kobe and Shaq
Like Booker and Aidan, like Chris Dunn and Zack
I got my point across, so I'ma leave it at that
So niggas don't front on me, I'll forever have your back
Front line when it's time to attack
Only people hatin' on me cause that girl want a snack
Let them lick on my sack
Suck my dick, give them that
Go and order a cab
Ain't no stayin' here, bitch, I got shit to do
Collect revenue
Get this album done cause it's overdue
Bling, Blau, Bird
My jury sayin' nobody cold as you
Similar to a Capri Sun pouch
Yeah, I got the juice
One was okay, two was the truth
But this one around won't bring what the f*ck
Eyes are oozin
Cause this is what I do
Two words, everybody didn't want me to win
F*ck you
Straight like that
Ayy, ayy
We stay listenin' to Beats on Beats Vol. 3
Nobody's beats is safe
Writer: Donte Farrow, Quinton Sunderland
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid