[Intro]
Watch what I did, yea...
[Verse 1]
Beat dropped & I wrote this in the back room with the lights off
I’ve been running plays everyday to switch the Red Polo to a White Porsche
Vibe purer than a white horse, heavy stick needs a light torch
I know you said you’ve seen real life; but your life’s nothing like what I saw
Telling them you’ve got a bad chick, tell me what you tried to take mine for?
Been telling them to just sit still, ‘cause if you’re looking for me; you’ll find war
Homies know who I ride for, don’t need to put it on the Bible
I’ma live it up evеryday ‘cause there ain’t a woman I’d diе for
Aye, real life’s my flex, turn a hood chick to Kim West
Rhulz put me onto Ice Watches, then told me not to ice a ‘Tek (Watch!)
Tightened up my fresh, been the tightest boys since crèche (AH!)
I told him “Keep your Js clean!” He told me “Keep your girls wet!” (Laughter)
So I’m in the pool practicing my strokes
Running to the bag just like I run away from broke (Aye!)
I am not on lean but the Henny I sip slow
Then I pour one out for Bro, that’s RIP to my coach!
Look, need suicidal doors, my mind’s been hanging off the ropes
Burning bread, that’s a toast, now she’s poking out her toes! Woah!
Back in the game, I’m winning, (Aye!) Cash in the mail I’m grinning (Aye!)
Only thing that stops me sinning, (Mm-Hm?) When the bad girls just keep singing! (Hello!)
[Hook 1]
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Issa slap!
Slap! Slap! You know issa slap!
Slap! Aye! You know issa slap!
[Verse 2]
Put the real raps on the vibe tracks ‘cause you ain’t heard nothing like that
I’m the New Jack in the Old City, get a few racks; & I’ll buy it back
Trynna put you on the right track ‘cause everybody else been in a hype bag
Had to double up on the Jet Fuel ‘cause I’m sky high with no flight plan (Aaaaaaye!)
Got the right pack, feeling like my own hype man (Uh-Huh!)
If you’ve got the bars; you’ll get 3 tracks for like 5 bands (Ha, Facts!)
Price changes if the beat’s cold ‘cause I might rap (That’s facts! Ooh!)
And I’ve been rapping on every beat ‘cause I like that (Aye!)
Woulda gave it to an industry figure but these are the lyrics they might ban (Aye!)
Best part? They don’t own this, this is my pen and this is my pad! (Aye!)
New girl with a tight stack, said “I might bite if you bite back!”
Got a vibe like Tina, but I ain’t talking ‘bout the one that Ike had
Same shoes that Mike had, rocking black Js with an Ice band
Heard her say she wanna roll with me but if you roll with me; there’s a slight catch
I don’t need ya ex on my back soon as you decide to get sidetracked
If that’s too much for you; goodbye baby! “Haibo, just like that?”
Damn right, just like that! Head took a turn; let’s bring it right back
Everybody’s talking ‘bout the drip that they’ve really been getting from my splash
And I ain’t even where I wanna be yet, so why would I talk about my cash?
No cam, but I might flash... No bando; but I might trap!
[Hook 2]
Trap! Trap! Trap! Trap!
Trap! Trap! We’re in the trap!
Trap! Trap! Trap! Trap!
Trap! Trap! We’re back in the trap! (Hello!)
[Hook 1]
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Slap! Slap! Slap! Issa slap!
Slap! Slap! You know issa slap!
Slap! Aye! You know issa slap!
[Outro: Big Daddy Kane]
See, that term "freestyle" is like a- a new term, because you know, in the, in the '80s, when we said we'd write a freestyle rap; that mean that it was a rhyme that you wrote that was free of style...
Not a story about a woman, it's not a story about poverty, it's basically a rhyme just bragging about yourself
That's really what a freestyle is. You know, off the top of the head is, w- we just call that "Off The Dome."
To me; you know, this here Rap thing is a Art form. And with art; you paint a picture. You know what I'm saying?
