B.B. King Freestyle (feat. Drake)

Ay

The blues is now kickin' in, dinner is 3 Michelin

I don't eat red meat but still got beef sizzlin'

Know that I need discipline

I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin'

**** love to bro up with the boy and dap fists

But we are not equivalent, dog

I been the only child, don't need siblings

And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay, man

If you saw what I flew here, you'd be like he's sickenin'

If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it

Classics I keep scribblin'

Lights in the Universal buildin' just keep flickerin'

Money just keep comin' in

You would think I'm Irish the way that this stays Dublin

I could feed the country with the tax that I've paid governments

Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin'

Ok, February came around I used to get paid shovelin'

Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me I stayed hustlin'

When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plusin' it

So I just dropped out of it, trust me I'm not proud of it

**** get too comfy in they spot they get knocked out of it

**** get a gun just so they could make props out of it

Shorty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it

Yeah

You not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up

I'ma make you bounce out this hoe like Big Freedia

Pete-O used to throw a purple tint on the two liter

First private plane I ever rode was an 8-seater

Before that I got the bedroom hot with a space heater

On top of that I didn't have shit to my name either

That's real

But now I'm givin' house tours till it's back to world tours

Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure

I may not be good for her, but I'm real to her

Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her

That's the only way I know how to express love

My dogs love sticks and drums like they Questlove

All them jokes about Aubrey, they got me messed up

For real

I come with a lot of complications inside me

There's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me

Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me

Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me

Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy

Everyone got their hands out and it ain't to reach me

Mhmm

Mhmm

Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy

Every **** that stare me down, just came to see me

Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin'

Check deposits, high risers with extra closets

The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text ebonics

The electronic guitar's whinin', that's just Nirvana

Tommy Gun on the counter, I call it Mr. Thomas

That'll keep **** honest

I'm dosin' off in the driver's seat 'cause the seat give massages

Decimal point money these numbers too steep for commas

I'm eye to eye with **** I can't help but to see beyond 'em

Got a two-seater problem

**** thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu season out 'em

Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em

I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers

I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers

Let me resurface I'm flexin' on purpose

She especially curvy bet she be servin' every purpose

Perfect, I'm better than perfect

I'm sick, I need to see a medical person

Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses

All I gotta be is all that I can possibly

She really really into me, then suck it all up outta me

I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies

You fuckin' with my math, you better know some Trigonometry

'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your Momma feet

I flipped the economy like Dominque Dawes

They say I'm trippin' I guess they wishin' I finally fall

I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours

I'ma need more, **** is shifty like Honda Accords

Fire alarm, ain't got No Ceilings we climbin' the walls

Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms

Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the 4th

Holla at your boy