lyrical, but it's

He swagged that out.

(hip hop beat)

♪ Let it bang, never will the goonery stop ♪

♪ The devil knocked the same time opportunity knocked ♪

♪ I'm sick, like I never have immunity shots ♪

♪ I'm in the mood to let off ♪

♪ Who in the mood to get popped? ♪

That was dope. He flowing.

It's kinda simple though.

It ain't really like

out of here crazy.

So I give him

3.5.

Oh shit (chortles)

♪ You get jammed with them jammers ♪

♪ Blammed with them blammers ♪

♪ Hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta ♪

Killa.

That's Harlem man.

That's like vintage Cam.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Fire. I'll give that a five.

♪ I'm a gangsta, but y'all knew that ♪

♪ Da Big Boss Dog, yeah I had to do that ♪

♪ I keep a blue flag hanging out my backside ♪

♪ Only on the left side ♪

♪ Yeah, that's the Crip side ♪

The swag wit it.

You know what I'm sayin'?

It ain't that lyrical but it's

He swagged that up.

I give Snoop a four.

I give that a four.

♪ This for all my whole brick buyers ♪

♪ and my quarter hustlers ♪

♪ And all the road trip drivers and corner huggers ♪

♪ He made his first ten bands ♪

♪ Let's applaud the brother ♪

♪ If you do that ten times, now you onto something ♪

I'm kinda paintin'.

I'm a personal

storyteller.

I like to paint.

I like when you can see it.

And I can kinda see that.

I give that a five.

♪ Diamonds, they got me on shine ♪

♪ Rollie got these (beep) blind ♪

♪ Strapped in the club with my nine ♪

♪ My (beep) throwing these signs ♪

That was kinda simple.

If the beat was on it'd probably be a higher rating.

This acapella, nah.

I give that a two.

♪ My lil baby low-key a flexer ♪

♪ Six figs on the whip, that's a price tag ♪

♪ Lil' best friend (beep) tried to press me ♪

♪ I'm that underground (beep) with the check, though ♪

It ain't really rhyme.

Two.

I give it a two.

No disrespect, but it ain't rhyme. You know.

I don't know who's bars them was.

♪ Fresh face, NY plates ♪

♪ Got a crooked eye for the jakes ♪

♪ I want it all, ArmorAll, Benz, and endless papes ♪

♪ For God's sake, what a (beep) gotta do ♪

♪ to make a half a million ♪

♪ Without the FBI catchin' feelings ♪

Street Dreams. Yeah that's five.

♪ Beloved, ♪

♪ I been thuggin' since Carmelo played for the Nuggets ♪

♪ Made a deal with the plug ♪

♪ before the label came with a budget ♪

♪ Now the biggest haters I got ♪

♪ They used to say we was cousins ♪

♪ Came from the dungeon ♪

♪ You say you got cocaine, we can cut it ♪

Five. That's me.

All my shit a five.

♪ Ayy Panini, don't you be a meanie ♪

♪ Thought you wanted me to go up ♪

♪ Why you tryna keep me teeny? ♪

♪ It's a dreamy, wished it on a genie ♪

♪ I got fans finally ♪

♪ Ain't you wanting them to see me? ♪

Uh...

Two... point five.

That's another one I think

I need to hear on the beat cause that

sounds like he being silly.

Ayy Panini. Yeah, that sound silly.

♪ Doin 95 in the Benz. ♪

♪ See the feds on my ass ♪

♪ Light the blunt, hit the music, and I step on the gas ♪

♪ Now I'm speeding in the lane as if I had a quota ♪

♪ Got my (beep), she shotgun with pizza and a cola ♪

(Mumbling)

Max, Free Max.

It aint that lyrical, but he's still

I can see it.

You know what I'm saying?

Max was real vivid.

So yeah I give that a three.

Yo, Yo what up it's ya boy Dave East and I just

rated those bars.