845 Freestyle by Gio (Rapper) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
One hit, two hits in the zone
3 hits?
E.T. phone home
But I’m still in the stu'
24/7 tryna peel every fruit
Put in work from the root
From the dirt I done grew
914 and then the 845
Any area code you know the boy finna bloom with the mic on
All I ever needed was someone to shed a light on me
Never chillin' where the ions be
Adamant on getting by
Keep your eye on me
I got
Too much pride to lie on my back
Man I gotta let my lions eat
Still woo with it when I backhand the doubters
Ric Flair Drip
Put the money on the counter
What’s 50 cents to a man searching for the power?
Nada
Got a dollar and a dream
No Big Poppa
Young HBK
What a showstopper
Uh
Y’all rappin’ just for kicks
Talkin’ out your jaw
The side of your mouth
Words lookin’ a la carte
In the 315 tryna make it back home
Nigga I am the business
Black owned
I can do this shit easy
Wax on
Weaving through these routine flows every time they put the track on
Hear me out
I’ve been used to the doubt
Used to the limitations
Black boy in a white town learned patience
All I ever needed was the keys to spaceship
On a mission to go and get it by any means
Rodman I just wanna be a part of the team
Sike
Always been the odd man out
Can’t stop the plan now
Call Of Duty going ghost like it’s man down
One hit, two hits in the zone
3 hits?
E.T. phone home
But I’m still in the stu'
24/7 tryna peel every fruit
Put in work from the root
From the dirt I done grew
914 and then the 845
Any area code you know the boy finna bloom with the mic on
All I ever needed was someone to shed a light on me
Never chillin' where the ions be
Adamant on getting by
Keep your eye on me
I got
Too much pride to lie on my back
Man I gotta let my lions eat
Still woo with it when I backhand the doubters
Ric Flair Drip
Put the money on the counter
What’s 50 cents to a man searching for the power?
Nada
Got a dollar and a dream
No Big Poppa
Young HBK
What a showstopper
Uh
Y’all rappin’ just for kicks
Talkin’ out your jaw
The side of your mouth
Words lookin’ a la carte
In the 315 tryna make it back home
Nigga I am the business
Black owned
I can do this shit easy
Wax on
Weaving through these routine flows every time they put the track on
Hear me out
I’ve been used to the doubt
Used to the limitations
Black boy in a white town learned patience
All I ever needed was the keys to spaceship
On a mission to go and get it by any means
Rodman I just wanna be a part of the team
Sike
Always been the odd man out
Can’t stop the plan now
Call Of Duty going ghost like it’s man down