Fake Supreme Freestyle (feat. Jarhead the Nobody) Video (MV)

Extend yo fists, we talking hands, not talkin' bout extendo clips
Right now I'm goin' to class with nothing in my bag but a Nintendo Switch
I don't hit no licks, no big, but this shit lit, no bic
Shit lit, no wick, moving like Dwight at the three-point line, that's brick on brick
I almost caught a felony when I was seventeen
That last bar was a lie but it kinda help me with my self-esteem
It's kinda ironic how all these little dweebs is checkin me
I guess it's simple to say that the Sensei is a special breed
Higher than the empire DS lobbed me the special weed
When I was finished I Googled the recipe for the special seeds
Those last two bars was lies but it really help my self-esteem
I'm finna kick it to Jarhead like we was playing special teams, uh
Y'all niggas Forever 21, looking fake supreme
But I'm a savage seeing red like when niggas bleed
Y'all pretty boys acting tough like Michael B in Apollo Creed
But best believe the Sensei, got what you niggas need
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Imma name this track a freestyle even though it really isn't
Even though it kinda is, I'm freely giving mental image
I'm rappin' like I donated not one, but both my kidneys
And I won't meet a donor until I'm well into my twenties
Or thirties, or fifties, pourin' forties 'till I'm sixty
Pourin' forties 'till I'm tipsy, sippin' 'till the bottle's empty
I feel the bottom liftin', I feel my spirit liftin'
I feel the ether shiftin', either that or I'm just trippin'
And that's Jarhead in the kitchen
Master of none, it's strictly business