Hit it and go
Don't even smoke anymore
Made a few hits in the booth
But niggas still wanna get hit with the four
I'm finna chill
Knocking you outta the deal
I'm trying stack up a college tuition
And you ain't a mission for real
Pray for my soul
Pain really taking a toll
Enemies really got energy
Coming at me cuz I'm taking they goals
Ducking the noise
Look at the crew he employs
Check on my Apple or Spotify shit if you wanna go see bout the boy
Nobody safe
Burn through a clip like a eighth
They take a peek at the views
And they be comparing the come up to Drake
Maybe it's luck
Maybe it's fate
Maybe he got off his ass cuz he ain't got no time to waste
Level 2 - Savage
Skill: Discipline
A man who does what he can is able
A man who does what he should is powerful
Eighty eight nights in my room with the lyrics
I wrote for you niggas that ain't here to hear it
I'm chasing my demons with liquor and spirits
And praying to whoever get it the clearest
Both of my records are trying to clear
Criminal good but the sample is here
Trying to wait but I ain't got the time
I'm leaving a legacy not just a rhyme
Give me a second and Ima be fine
Just let me vent for a couple of lines
I want the green
She want a nut
Both of us looking like we Frankenstein
Don't even ask me what else on my mind
She want a man
To help with her bind
And I got a plan
It's one of a kind
But so far we just wasting everyone time
Got off the gram cuz niggas is nosy
I'm finna snap if you trapping a oz
Serve a little BS and think you a dealer
Till you get shot up like a thing of tequila
Ain't got to stunt when your life is match
Look at the attitudes niggas will catch
When you balling out in the city and flex
Rapping bout getting some commas and checks
Level 3 Sensei
Skill: Patience
Know not what you knew
What was learned was at once taught
Know now that you know not
Double my salary
Check your reality
Cash it & bolt
Motherf*cking battery
Taking a shot you cant add to your gallery
Niggas more nosy than motherf*cking allergies
Man I'm a young nigga getting it
All of that bull, skipping it
Matter of fact, Pippin it
Beam you like Scotty
My shotty unlimited
Nowadays niggas so feminine
Acting so shady, Eminem
I give a f*ck about him and him
Chill the f*ck out like a bottle of Ritalin
Niggas be thinking they hot
Percocet won't make you pop
Twelve out here taking they shot
Happy hour when they hitting the block
You ain't got that in your rap
Naw, you all on your crap
Talking about how you flex and you trap
Bitch take a knee cuz I swear you all cap
Ain't nothing wrong with a style
Just every once in a while
Think of the niggas
Who problems are bigger than
Bitches when you in denial
Level 4: Legend
Lead those with what you have
Faith without works is dead
True power lies within
Take back your place
Like a Bandit
Jaku out
Lance Pique - Bandit Freestyle Lyrics
Lance Pique - Bandit Freestyle Lyrics
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English
Hit it and go
Don't even smoke anymore
Made a few hits in the booth
But niggas still wanna get hit with the four
I'm finna chill
Knocking you outta the deal
I'm trying stack up a college tuition
And you ain't a mission for real
Pray for my soul
Pain really taking a toll
Enemies really got energy
Coming at me cuz I'm taking they goals
Ducking the noise
Look at the crew he employs
Check on my Apple or Spotify shit if you wanna go see bout the boy
Nobody safe
Burn through a clip like a eighth
They take a peek at the views
And they be comparing the come up to Drake
Maybe it's luck
Maybe it's fate
Maybe he got off his ass cuz he ain't got no time to waste
Level 2 - Savage
Skill: Discipline
A man who does what he can is able
A man who does what he should is powerful
Eighty eight nights in my room with the lyrics
I wrote for you niggas that ain't here to hear it
I'm chasing my demons with liquor and spirits
And praying to whoever get it the clearest
Both of my records are trying to clear
Criminal good but the sample is here
Trying to wait but I ain't got the time
I'm leaving a legacy not just a rhyme
Give me a second and Ima be fine
Just let me vent for a couple of lines
I want the green
She want a nut
Both of us looking like we Frankenstein
Don't even ask me what else on my mind
She want a man
To help with her bind
And I got a plan
It's one of a kind
But so far we just wasting everyone time
Got off the gram cuz niggas is nosy
I'm finna snap if you trapping a oz
Serve a little BS and think you a dealer
Till you get shot up like a thing of tequila
Ain't got to stunt when your life is match
Look at the attitudes niggas will catch
When you balling out in the city and flex
Rapping bout getting some commas and checks
Level 3 Sensei
Skill: Patience
Know not what you knew
What was learned was at once taught
Know now that you know not
Double my salary
Check your reality
Cash it & bolt
Motherf*cking battery
Taking a shot you cant add to your gallery
Niggas more nosy than motherf*cking allergies
Man I'm a young nigga getting it
All of that bull, skipping it
Matter of fact, Pippin it
Beam you like Scotty
My shotty unlimited
Nowadays niggas so feminine
Acting so shady, Eminem
I give a f*ck about him and him
Chill the f*ck out like a bottle of Ritalin
Niggas be thinking they hot
Percocet won't make you pop
Twelve out here taking they shot
Happy hour when they hitting the block
You ain't got that in your rap
Naw, you all on your crap
Talking about how you flex and you trap
Bitch take a knee cuz I swear you all cap
Ain't nothing wrong with a style
Just every once in a while
Think of the niggas
Who problems are bigger than
Bitches when you in denial
Level 4: Legend
Lead those with what you have
Faith without works is dead
True power lies within
Take back your place
Like a Bandit
Jaku out
Don't even smoke anymore
Made a few hits in the booth
But niggas still wanna get hit with the four
I'm finna chill
Knocking you outta the deal
I'm trying stack up a college tuition
And you ain't a mission for real
Pray for my soul
Pain really taking a toll
Enemies really got energy
Coming at me cuz I'm taking they goals
Ducking the noise
Look at the crew he employs
Check on my Apple or Spotify shit if you wanna go see bout the boy
Nobody safe
Burn through a clip like a eighth
They take a peek at the views
And they be comparing the come up to Drake
Maybe it's luck
Maybe it's fate
Maybe he got off his ass cuz he ain't got no time to waste
Level 2 - Savage
Skill: Discipline
A man who does what he can is able
A man who does what he should is powerful
Eighty eight nights in my room with the lyrics
I wrote for you niggas that ain't here to hear it
I'm chasing my demons with liquor and spirits
And praying to whoever get it the clearest
Both of my records are trying to clear
Criminal good but the sample is here
Trying to wait but I ain't got the time
I'm leaving a legacy not just a rhyme
Give me a second and Ima be fine
Just let me vent for a couple of lines
I want the green
She want a nut
Both of us looking like we Frankenstein
Don't even ask me what else on my mind
She want a man
To help with her bind
And I got a plan
It's one of a kind
But so far we just wasting everyone time
Got off the gram cuz niggas is nosy
I'm finna snap if you trapping a oz
Serve a little BS and think you a dealer
Till you get shot up like a thing of tequila
Ain't got to stunt when your life is match
Look at the attitudes niggas will catch
When you balling out in the city and flex
Rapping bout getting some commas and checks
Level 3 Sensei
Skill: Patience
Know not what you knew
What was learned was at once taught
Know now that you know not
Double my salary
Check your reality
Cash it & bolt
Motherf*cking battery
Taking a shot you cant add to your gallery
Niggas more nosy than motherf*cking allergies
Man I'm a young nigga getting it
All of that bull, skipping it
Matter of fact, Pippin it
Beam you like Scotty
My shotty unlimited
Nowadays niggas so feminine
Acting so shady, Eminem
I give a f*ck about him and him
Chill the f*ck out like a bottle of Ritalin
Niggas be thinking they hot
Percocet won't make you pop
Twelve out here taking they shot
Happy hour when they hitting the block
You ain't got that in your rap
Naw, you all on your crap
Talking about how you flex and you trap
Bitch take a knee cuz I swear you all cap
Ain't nothing wrong with a style
Just every once in a while
Think of the niggas
Who problems are bigger than
Bitches when you in denial
Level 4: Legend
Lead those with what you have
Faith without works is dead
True power lies within
Take back your place
Like a Bandit
Jaku out
Writer: Gabriel Nwajiaku
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid