Willy Wonkavator (Blow Up Freestyle)

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    Look at the beats that I done buried
    Tell me I can't bless this like five hail mary's
    Dead is so grateful that I'm a have to tell jerry
    Clearly, I'm still going unaware of the unwary
    Yeah, haters stay imaginary as five fairies in the library
    Eating on snozzberries, say, I rarely got the city on my back
    You lisa simpson niggas need to get off my saxs
    I rep that deuce one. Blackjack

    Riding and I'm lifting up my hood like a hatchback
    Whipping in my hot wheel, ain't riding on no snap track
    I'm after slum dog millions, you after kat stacks
    Better wear a condom and a hazmat
    Bitches waste my time I wouldn't give 'em in a flashback
    Rappers fill they flash drives with whack tracks
    Couldn't break a record with a glass plaque

    Motherfucker, that's that, I bag hunnies like mcm nigga
    Championship ballin like wimbledon nigga
    The dudes that talk big, I never envy them niggas
    They been lying since forever like mgm nigga
    It's hard to quit the bull, they be on some jordan shit
    'Cause when you really do it, you don't choose it, you were born in it
    So I do it for my fam and you, florida shit

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    And I'm a kill a nigga on some dexter morgan shit
    I promise mama that college just wasn't for the kid
    'Cause I'm after the trophies you don't box up in storages
    Nobody ever sing my praises
    Amazing now I'm hopping up on stages where
    They all singing my choruses
    Said fuck a job, now all I do is fucking work
    Like a naughty secretary or a slutty nurse
    Got the last laugh on people who acted funny first

    Hungry like the homeless but I never spit a bummy verse
    Signed with warner, now I got that bugs bunny smirk
    What up doc? Seven's spock and I'm a younger kirk
    Stay with hard lines like a modern warfare perk
    And always throwing up my city until my tummy hurt
    Dynamite life, let's have a blast all over these bars, put it on my tab
    Gunning for the roses and I'm strumming like slash
    I don't toot my own horn, I brought the whole brass

    Put my bars on the graph, everything's proportion
    'Cause I never spit no trash, these are worth a fortune
    'Cause niggas throw me ass cap, they need aflac
    Conceited about my good tracks, I always get a bad rap
    I plot my winds just like it to wear a gas mask
    And my gear is high end like giraffe ass
    I'm after that dollar, almost four quarters
    And warner's about to put me in the last half

    Now watch they stock just go up
    Your album dropping soon, tell em hold up
    Vizzy lifting drinks, tell em pour up
    My willy wonkavator bout to go up

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