G-Eazy — Tim Westwood Freestyle: 2017

[Intro] Young Gerald, this is how it's happening Ard Yeah Yeah [Verse] Hitting Britneys with the Federline I just speak my thoughts, I don't never have to edit mine She been off the chow, higher than my credit line Hard drugs, you'd be hard-pressed to find a better time I got my mind made, I be setting mine I could get the pussy fast, any place, any time Free Kevin Gates Yeah I'm really out my mind Fuck you, exclamation, exclamation, underline They ain't make me, I prayed for it, and i worked daily They try but they can't change me Why you rappers don't eat? 'Cuz you're too fucking lazy Pay no mind, I only chase Jay-Z or Shady Smoking hella chronic getting faded Money is Goliath yours David, we can't trade it Got three girlfriends, three sex lives, I should probably braid it Live a wild life 'cuz I made it Listen, yeah uh And I don't take a day off Exhibition game. but i still treat it like a playoff Really no surprise, you put the work in, then it pay off Look I be off the shits Man I don't know what they off Closing out some deals, I'm fortunate, I'm 'bout to make off Fishing, you just never catch one, they just rip the bait off Show the most love, go and get your hate off Motherfucking Adolf You about to fade off This is not a hobby, this my job, what I'm paid off 10 Ms for 10 thousand hours was the trade-off They recognize the swag, then they go and rip it straight off Nick K, John Travolta's face-off The bitch is at my crib, she undressed, I be certified finessing But hoes be like buses, you miss one, then catch the next one A hero in the bay, I feel like Stephen A legend, the best one The check came, that's red rum That's red rum [Outro] Yeah, haha Red rum You Know Smashed it baby Young Gerald Tim Westwood Live at the center of the universe Rest in peace 2Pac, and rest in peace Mac Dre Happy birthday Dre