$mollerai's Freestyle

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    I got the game on lock
    Let them know that this young man won't stop
    Django with every verse I drop
    Some band flows I am the Jackson 5
    I can't fold, I can't be fake or hide
    Champagne toast 'cause gang Is going hard
    It's painful, but I had to make it right?
    I stay cold while I burn the game up

    Bitch better run
    When I come near you your career is done
    I kill the game and these niggas for fun
    Evil mentality
    Nobody stopping me
    I am the one y'all need

    I am a king
    No need to be lying to me
    U hating the grind yea I see
    I'm getting what's mine while y'all asleep
    Honestly

    Oh, oh
    I gotta let you know
    This is how I'll go
    I ain't got time to ride slow
    I ain't got time to ride

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    No dick nor clique
    I top everyone that feels chosen
    I fight every night to avoid rodents
    By my side, 69, got the pussy sopping
    Holding the bar really high
    Nearly overdosing
    Certified badman got no coaches
    No emotions, I'm cold like Covid
    Teleporting to your prefrontal cortex
    Telling you, you ain't got no chance
    Omnipotent
    Better stay low 'fore y'all pee your pants
    Y'all never grow bunch of Peter pans
    I'm here to show y'all can't never blend
    I'm the one yea nigga I'm the man
    Feel like LeBron, born to be a champ
    Y'all better know, all I rap is gold
    I switch flows like a casa 2
    Woah

    Shout out Ziqo, I'm Turning Evil
    Wanna get a deep throat in Puerto Rico
    Well That's the dream tho I'm a cheat code lethal
    My mode is sicko
    I kill no reload
    I cannot be broke
    Dio is big bro
    If no shit hoe
    Y'all getting robbed like in hillbrow
    Big flows From Mozambique woah
    This no Davido pockets getting Lizzo
    Tsitsoritso this is My free throw
    I'll bring back Bibo
    Your career is a quick joke
    We glow we came we saw
    Dios mio stop blowing my phone
    Bish, I won't pick up
    All of you rappers done ran outta luck
    I gotta tell em talent is not enough
    To get to the top
    When I make it
    I'll give ODC a Pepsi
    Exactly, I just wanna see that man happy and relaxing
    While run shit like an athlete

    And that dream
    Is bigger than y'all can imagine
    From rapping in the backseat of my brother's wack Jeep
    To rapping with my idols in his studio sessions
    I hope all my actions convert into cash

    From 258
    $Mollerai el gigante
    I do this for hip-hop horray

    How you let a nigga on crocs
    Get to the top and give you boss talk
    He, can do whatever he wants
    He can do whatever, whatever he
    How you let a nigga on crocs
    Get to the top and give you boss talk
    He, can do whatever he wants
    He can do whatever, whatever he

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