Idk, No I.D. - CELL BLOCK FREESTYLE / CD ON

Don't ever try to take my kindness for weakness 'Fore I have to come and find you and make you a secret Make you sleep with the fishes, make you stay where your niche is Told you to hide your aunties and all adult nieces Shanices and Patrices, fucked and give 'em pieces Sacrifice my life for rap, my bars come from Jesus Think these niggas hatin', that is just my thesis Stomp 'em with my Air Force 1 'til it creases Nobody can fuck with Jason, for real I write all of my verses in my head in less than ten While these other niggas tend to need a week, what's your deal? I might start a beef for the thrill Shit been way too chill, I gotta turn the heat up a lil' And make the Palisade fires come down the hill And burn the whole city The flow so ugly, but my ho so pretty The only way you get 'em is your money or the pity Pity, pity, pity, pity, your last album was shitty I'm like a boomerang, I might call you my boo today But when tomorrow come, I'm finna get your ass a Uber, bae In order to fuck, you gotta act like you her friend Meanwhile, I do not have the patience to pretend I'm a ruler lookin' for another fuckin' rule to bend More dollars to spend, float tonight, suspend Over these niggas, I'm overly dedicated Overly medicated, I'm sick, and I'm so sedated My temperature higher than all my V12 car payments I'm guessin' that seven thousand a month's the cost of bein' famous And I hate it, zero out of ten, that's probably what I'll rate it Overestimate it, what I'll give for this or what I'm gainin' Though the weight is heavy, promise you that I am not complainin' Reachin' for my very illegal weapon, that's the Glock I'm aimin' Felon with the felony, but still I gotta protect me 'Cause niggas got they eyes where my stainless steel Patek be If these raps don't work, I'll probably have to move the heavy 'Cause every job that I try to get will just reject me