Cordae — Cordae Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle 045

[Intro, Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk, YBN Cordae] Yes, sir It's the L.A. Leakers, man That's right Power 106, liftoff show Justin Credible, SourmilkWe've been invaded by the DMV, man We had to stay, yeah What's up man, what we doin'? Oh, alright bet (ah) Right into it, let's get right, this history shit Remember this Classic moments on liftoff with the L.A. Leakers [Part 1] [Verse 1: Cordae] (Okay, uh) Why everybody always seem to give me half effort? I guess I need more clout, I know I rap better I gotta stack cheddar, apply max pressure Ski mask, black sweater, the daily attire It made me acquire effort, my lazy is fired God damn, why the fuck do I feel so entitled? Beef comin', I take the high road, my life spirals I'm longevity chasing, you overnight viral I fight rivals, and stand taller than five Eiffels Used to trap in the tower, made a stack in an hour Money, immaculate power, is what we all desire I got a passion, raw as fire that can fan the flame Fuck your company name, homie, your brand is lame I know the panic came, when I arrived Soon controllin' the game, one of the flyest guys Mama, please dry your eyes, you might decide That your son a king A crazy youngin' with a ton of dreams I've seen a bunch of things that would make the average man commit suicide But God know I had a plan They sellin' souls, nigga, grab a stand And for a bargain and a half a xan You can buy the next mumble rapper, who Had to humble after the label dropped him and robbed him (Woah) Game is the Gotham, my vice is sex Dodgin' the Feds My foot on the pedal, my brake in the cycle Got the heart of a rebel You see, the way it gotta be I stack a lot of cheese And I keep my mob deep with rap prodigy Never say my name, spit flame, who as hot as me? Bro snatched a chain from a lame, diabolically Imma be myself, with the wealth, no apologies Never fuckin' switch it up, this rap shit ridiculous They can't get rid of us, they tried it all Every power has its rise and fall Hear my phone, I'll decline the call Please, do not disturb Got a presidential flow, I'm Barack with words New age, but they still puttin' rocks in herb Pray to God, and I know that's gonna block the curse 'Cause I'm ill, nigga [Interlude: Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk, Cordae] Okay! Hold up, hold up Let's keep going, let's keep going Keep goin? Yeah, what's next, nigga, what's good? YBN Cordae is here Yeah, I'm here to stay for a while With the L.A. Leakers Ooh! Ooh! Came with diversity The Los Angeles Leakers Let's switch it up a little bit, let's switch it up a little bit Let's show them how we do this They tried to throw me off Only real MCs can come on L.A. Leakers show They tried to throw me off, okay YBN Cordae Let's get it [Part 2] [Verse 2: Cordae] I need a new Bugatti for the few who got me Killin' beats is a ruthless hobby You say your shooters caught me, never do what's floppy Drop a kid like they do karate I'll be the first, never lied in rap I am a great, no denying that I spit the high on the fire tracks I cannot wait to blow up, when they say he acquire racks I switch the style, and I make it easy I changed my friend, because they was greedy I'm makin' money, they pay to meet me I give a fuck if a hater's scheming I gotta grind and make every dollar My money stronger than Larry Lobster I work that magic, that Harry Potter You niggas scared I'll bury ya, ayy All my niggas rich, essketit (huh) Just dropped a bag at Lenox, (huh) New black whip, all tinted (huh) New black whip, no renting (ayy) Kill the freestyle on the Leakers, (huh) Used to get head from the teachers, (ayy) Smokin' that gas, no reefer (ayy) Shit loud like the speakers (ayy) Look, mama proud like Penny Cracked the code, no DaVinci, (ayy) Look, all my niggas wear Givenchy Choker on me, no lynching (ayy) Look, plenty ya bitches is fine When ya cash out on designer (ayy) Look, I need a bitch like Madonna We'll take a trip out to China (ayy) [Interlude: Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk, Cordae] The Los Angeles Leakers YBN Cordae Let's keep it goin', man! He flexin' on ya'll right now, MCs Let's keep it goin', it's the L.A. Leakers, man! Ain't no cell phones in sight, this real hip hop shit! Woo, alright, alright Let's get it, no And he said no cell phones We gotta end it with a bang, man! YBN Cordae! History shit! The Los Angeles Leakers Damn, this shit drop hard! It's classic, still slaps! [Part 3] [Verse 3: Cordae] Alright Check it out, listen (uh) Blessed with a mind to help me shine to the throne Didn't have any support, I had to grind on my own And where I'm from, you get sprayed like the finest cologne So if they shoot, you better duck, unless you dyin' alone Consider yourself lucky if you listen to this I told you I was the greatest, I predicted this shit It's funny 'cause the same girl suckin' and lickin' the dick Will go home and just start huggin' and kissin' the kids And they always back for more, why they bother us? I told you I'll call back, as soon as your father does And when he doesn't, I know it build up a lot of lust You do it all to make him proud, but that's still not enough But fuck it, that's just the art of intimidation See, fuck the judge and the litigation And why these niggas hatin', 'cause I be fowin' like irrigation They fear the nation Had to rush and drop the tape, because the meal was patient No pun intended, I'm at the doctors, I'm ill as fuck I'm healin' up, they not feelin you, you not real enough And to be honest dog, ya really suck Find another hobby, ASAP Please give it up Please, nigga Y'all niggas suck, like shit man I ain't fuckin' with the rap niggas, yo [Outro: Justin Credible, DJ Sourmilk, Cordae] You at the doctor, you ill? Yeah! Hahaha! YBN Cordae See how we doin' it with the L.A. Leakers, man! Classic material, L.A. Leakers' liftoff show Justin Credible, Sourmilk Power 106 is #1 for hip hop