Titled 1999 Freestyle by Endaiz Lyrics
[prod. by Lavish Jax]
["Juice" scene: 2Pac]
I am crazy
But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck
[Intro]
Pulled up to your bitch ass friends like, oh
Yo, I got so many guns like I'm
More, haha
So many useless people though
[Verse]
I got so many guns when I sleep
Like I got strapped with all this by Duke Nukem (bhao)
When I get up I see nothin' on my wrist
And these guns turn to shoots at you all, lemme cook 'em (aye)
I'ma go get it myself, by
I'ma refuse any help, why?
'Cause me and my love, nothin' else, I
Gotta put you in the worst time
I was put in the worst time
Now I'm givin' you wartime
So many blue colors, Optimus Prime
Red is for blood, now it's yours
But was mine
Flex on a B, I spit it on a B
Her ex will not know where his spirit be
An M's like a D, he's afraid, he gon' suck it
I wish I had M's, at least MAC's
Only lights in my pocket
Yeah, I don't feel like I'm stuck in it
Some people need guns to express themselves
I shoot when I spit, instead of hits you get L's (boy)
It's like magic, the lines come out like spells
Ha, I'm just throwin' these blue things at everything
That I see, showin' you that the new kings have come
For you all, glea (glea)
[Interlude]
Put the motherfuckin' tool down
(take a step back little fool)
It doesn't work here
(I feel like Zeus when I do it)
I feel like a collaboration between Stryker and Raiden
(you'd better give up this idea)
Lemme show you how it works
(put your sunglasses on)
[Hook]
I'ma strike
Lemme strike
I'ma strike
Lemme strike
Lemme strike
[Outro]
Fuck this beat and you all
People are silent 'cause people are similar
Similar means corny, corny means trash
And trash, trash means you, shut up
["Juice" scene: 2Pac]
I am crazy
But you know what else?
I don't give a fuck
[Intro]
Pulled up to your bitch ass friends like, oh
Yo, I got so many guns like I'm
More, haha
So many useless people though
[Verse]
I got so many guns when I sleep
Like I got strapped with all this by Duke Nukem (bhao)
When I get up I see nothin' on my wrist
And these guns turn to shoots at you all, lemme cook 'em (aye)
I'ma go get it myself, by
I'ma refuse any help, why?
'Cause me and my love, nothin' else, I
Gotta put you in the worst time
I was put in the worst time
Now I'm givin' you wartime
So many blue colors, Optimus Prime
Red is for blood, now it's yours
But was mine
Flex on a B, I spit it on a B
Her ex will not know where his spirit be
An M's like a D, he's afraid, he gon' suck it
I wish I had M's, at least MAC's
Only lights in my pocket
Yeah, I don't feel like I'm stuck in it
Some people need guns to express themselves
I shoot when I spit, instead of hits you get L's (boy)
It's like magic, the lines come out like spells
Ha, I'm just throwin' these blue things at everything
That I see, showin' you that the new kings have come
For you all, glea (glea)
[Interlude]
Put the motherfuckin' tool down
(take a step back little fool)
It doesn't work here
(I feel like Zeus when I do it)
I feel like a collaboration between Stryker and Raiden
(you'd better give up this idea)
Lemme show you how it works
(put your sunglasses on)
[Hook]
I'ma strike
Lemme strike
I'ma strike
Lemme strike
Lemme strike
[Outro]
Fuck this beat and you all
People are silent 'cause people are similar
Similar means corny, corny means trash
And trash, trash means you, shut up