Cordae — Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Intro] Aight, are we live for real, Tim? Aight, London shit, history shit Ya heard that? [Verse] Uh, whatever happened to quality music? The body of students Either high off molly or stupid You niggas whack as hell And not doing my numbers as far as math can tell So blind please pass the braille Know who really got your back, someone to stab you in it Always tell 'em I'm the greatest, let me brag a minute Make a couple platinum hooks with a jab incentive Damn, this young nigga mad inventive And now you other niggas lame as fuck, can't hang with us, not insane enough I'm dangerous like a school shooter off of Angel Dust Stop it, all your silly rhymes microscopic I'm hotter than a Travis Scott concert moshpit I dare you come after me, it'll be a catastrophe Drop my first album, watch that shit be a masterpiece All my own masters B, that's word to Master P Flow like Uzi, punchlines on Cassidy Gotta get it, no problem with it, a lotta digits It's what I'm chasin' so I'm upgradin' my momma's kitchen Designer linen and finer living is my intention Don't try to stop me, I'll have you rotting inside a prison Got bars like a jail cell, they're givin' 'em time Other rappers wanna snake me 'cause my venomous rhymes Asked you to sell your soul and you didn't decline Godlike flow, my nigga, damn, that shit is divine These niggas is swine The sickest of rhymes, that you can feel In yo’ liver and spine And I’m still in my prime Matter fact, I’m in the very beginning All my homies I grew up with either buried or prison Still carry the vision Niggas don’t want beef vegetarian livin Try to keep it underground because Harriet did it Lifestyle fuckin’ very exquisite Motel 6, now we in a Marriot bitches [Outro] I love it My flow is so cold, I love it (Yeah) I can’t take no hoe, In public Yeah that, yeah that Did I do okay Tim? That wasn’t like, too terrible right? Ohh, yeah I thought so man