(intro)

mic check,yeah,DJY,wat up,SPIRYDAZ 4 LIFE,yeah



(freestyle)

yep,here it go,

ice on my neck look like clear snow.

but no time for brags,this is serious,

oh DJY is whack, i dont wanna hear this shit,

same mess,from the same haters,

mad cuz i get mines naturally, i dont claim paper,

& yall make no sence, u just saying words,

say u can spit but thats shit coming out ya mouth,u spraying turds.

& people try to say i cop rhymes,

try to bring down my confidence,but yall just stop signs,

but i keep going,pushing the speed,

wit my nigga on the passenger side rolling it up,cooking the weed.

who ever sad i cant rap,they can kiss my rear,

and i'll take ya girl,and if she wanna go faster,imma shift the gear.

cuz im a mad nigga who just dont care anymore,

& when i take this ice off,its a chance that u can stare at me more,

cuz im shining,call me greezy,

and if the bling freeze,call me the snowman A.K.A Jeezy.

im just a big compliment,

and yall old food,watch i dump the shit.

i dropped u on the floor cuz im clumbsy bitch.

my bad but u'll neva see another nigga from brunswick spit,

as good as yates,

they try to jump me before i spitted this but the hood is late,

speaking of hood,they aint real,they imposters,

im the realest nigga,shoot up the whole roster,

first i ball u up then i just toss ya,

try to shoot u back down but i just lost ya,

u dissapeared,

cuz for u lame niggaz, the end is near

up its ova, now i feel a cheer,

party time,yo hoe bring the cris in here.



yeah 

 

ha,ha,ha,



IM A BEAST NIGGA,im out