Free Smoke J. Rod Freestyle by Jrodessar Lyrics
[Verse 1: J. Rod]
Never learned nothing
From all them teacher's
Feeling like nada
Nothing's the same oh no
Type of flow to convert nonbelievers
I'm the one that said
Fuck all them demons ohh
Oh my god
Oh my god oh my god
Since 4,5
He the one know my life
No disguise
Just diss guys
Look the sky's
Are beautiful just like you
But that you never knew
Break up to make up
You still look incredible
Too fucking focused
On a foe kiss like they not
Supposed to give you lip
Give a fuck about a hoe though
Would be picked on like photos
Bitch keep my name
Up out your mouth
I'm not a dick
Just got a mean flow
Some don't make cents
but it's meaningful
Look
Picture me giving af
Some like Virgin Mary
Fuck anybody that's
Hatin', playin', sayin'
This and that
Fuck hip-hop I ain't dissing rap
Gifted I'm the present
Future and past
Since an infant I stood out
Baby I'm outstanding
They been a fit in
One size fits all
I'm a young prophet (profit)
Benefitin' with a reason to ball
They told me I wouldn't graduate
Them deans called me stupid
Straight to my face
They simple minded
I'm complex beyond the hood
Front and center
Like you be on the hood
Man pop the trunk
Oh I no bright
Cuz of my complexion huh
Just a little brown boy
What does my skin tone say
That I'm dirty ain't no learning
In this mind ok
My teacher called me weird
Now I'm on a plane to Hawaii
Well ain't that strange l
Ha why?
Cuz they looked at a niqqa crazy
When said I can fly
Yes I know
They can talk about anything but the flow
Let em know
That we rap it's a wrap
Everything's edible
From that
West Oakridge road niqqa
Gotta problem let me know niqqa
I don't fuck with niqqas
I can't fuck these bitches
Why they all the same
In search of something different
Look, find yourself first
You got the vision (division)
Now time to multiply my wealth
I felt compelled to do this well
I had to murder it
Done wrong
But it's cool I ain't mad
That's my permanent temp
Temper and temperature
Don't attempt or tempt me
That'll just make me hot
Nahh they don't want that fuck shit
They want that metaphor play (foreplay)
Everything heals with time
But time with heels will make you
Fahrenheit (fair in height) shorty
Got it on lock
But I ain't tryna let
The cell see us (Celsius)
Said Fuck school
Still tryna get my degrees up
Niqqa get the fuck back
Your shit is so trash
Better recycle (recite Cole)
I mean the man did go
Double platinum with no features
Watch how the mango
Looking pale I need a tan-gerine
I'll enjoy the fruits of my labor
On this beautiful beach
Daytona
Never learned nothing
From all them teacher's
Feeling like nada
Nothing's the same oh no
Type of flow to convert nonbelievers
I'm the one that said
Fuck all them demons ohh
Oh my god
Oh my god oh my god
Since 4,5
He the one know my life
No disguise
Just diss guys
Look the sky's
Are beautiful just like you
But that you never knew
Break up to make up
You still look incredible
Too fucking focused
On a foe kiss like they not
Supposed to give you lip
Give a fuck about a hoe though
Would be picked on like photos
Bitch keep my name
Up out your mouth
I'm not a dick
Just got a mean flow
Some don't make cents
but it's meaningful
Look
Picture me giving af
Some like Virgin Mary
Fuck anybody that's
Hatin', playin', sayin'
This and that
Fuck hip-hop I ain't dissing rap
Gifted I'm the present
Future and past
Since an infant I stood out
Baby I'm outstanding
They been a fit in
One size fits all
I'm a young prophet (profit)
Benefitin' with a reason to ball
They told me I wouldn't graduate
Them deans called me stupid
Straight to my face
They simple minded
I'm complex beyond the hood
Front and center
Like you be on the hood
Man pop the trunk
Oh I no bright
Cuz of my complexion huh
Just a little brown boy
What does my skin tone say
That I'm dirty ain't no learning
In this mind ok
My teacher called me weird
Now I'm on a plane to Hawaii
Well ain't that strange l
Ha why?
Cuz they looked at a niqqa crazy
When said I can fly
Yes I know
They can talk about anything but the flow
Let em know
That we rap it's a wrap
Everything's edible
From that
West Oakridge road niqqa
Gotta problem let me know niqqa
I don't fuck with niqqas
I can't fuck these bitches
Why they all the same
In search of something different
Look, find yourself first
You got the vision (division)
Now time to multiply my wealth
I felt compelled to do this well
I had to murder it
Done wrong
But it's cool I ain't mad
That's my permanent temp
Temper and temperature
Don't attempt or tempt me
That'll just make me hot
Nahh they don't want that fuck shit
They want that metaphor play (foreplay)
Everything heals with time
But time with heels will make you
Fahrenheit (fair in height) shorty
Got it on lock
But I ain't tryna let
The cell see us (Celsius)
Said Fuck school
Still tryna get my degrees up
Niqqa get the fuck back
Your shit is so trash
Better recycle (recite Cole)
I mean the man did go
Double platinum with no features
Watch how the mango
Looking pale I need a tan-gerine
I'll enjoy the fruits of my labor
On this beautiful beach
Daytona