Issue No 150 Work Freestyle Lyrics

(Intro)
Are you working? What kind of work do you do?
What is it you wanna do when you grow up?

(Verse)
My rhymes upper echelon
Bitches think I'm excellent
Hustlin' LI, connected with the Mexicans
Dropped my old girl
She was actin' sentimental
Feelings get erased
I hit it then Etch-a-Sketch you
Start to the end, like a burf in a funeral
Honda come up, they push you down like a cuticle
Ladies love, cause I'm on the box like a cubical
Tats on my chest, 9 to 5 ain't suitable
Tryna get paper with the corporate gods
I make my own moves, you can neva force my arm
Heard you poppin' till it all falls down like an avalanche
While you out the loop, I'm the last to win a cattle ranch
Life is one thing that you really gotta cherish
If I ask nice, wonder is you wheel like a ferris
I'mma new school dude, schooled by the old-school
Gotta get this paper, just make sure it doesn't fold you
Only 22, but these two eyes seen a lot
Two blunt a straw like the arms John Cena got
Used to hustle drugs, but I found there was smarter ways
19, had the blue magic like heart away
Yung Kid Conner, cause that's short for connoisseur
Hatin' me? I fuck yo girl, that's my art of war
All these broke bitches around give me the heeby jeebys
I'm just tryna get so much money so I can feed the needies
Deals on the mike make you bitch rappers emulate
pass me the freestyle, I ain't gonna hesitate
Er'body sleepin' on the kids, stop dreamin'
Shawty got a man, but she babysit my semen
Got way too much talent to go broke
Amigos come and cross the border with them boats
And yo wiffie? Ass so wet that we use a moat
Heard you just started rappin', mah'fuckers got chokes