Filthy Freestyle

By Filthy Gears

On Filthy Features

Released on February 21, 2016

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I'm a legend in the making, I had to let 'em know

See, I'm from a place that they'll never go

I remember I was on the [?] billing phones

Now I just jump onstage, pepper shows

They can roll with my old ones, I've got better flows

Yeah, in your videos, you've got a hella hoes

Claim you're a trapstar, what's that, a Z of chrome?

Dem man are friends online

Dem man dere are just breading though

I don't need to bread, I've got tekkers, bro

Jump on set, then I let off flows

Cold like a winter snow

Dash your ting, she on giving blows

If you stay with her, you're a flipping joke

Wet, wet like a river flow

Man said he was gonna ride on me but he didn't though

I would send for man

But it's peak cause I can't get rid of ghosts

I can't mask the scars

My Gs ride with heart

Bros on firing stars, [?] cards

Ride and pop, he's tryna stop

What? You've got light and dark, let me fly through yards

Can't collide with ours

If you hide in war, you ain't kinda hard

Try to divide when titans war

Say they got flows but they're biting ours

Say they got lyrics but they're biting ours

These man have got spirit, I'll sky man's ras

Right now, I'm livid, reliving my past

Surrounded by kittens and arse

Zs and bars, I'll run up on dem man and leave it charred

Trap hard, everyone's a trapstar

Till we lick at your door, what?

You've got a brick of the raw?

Flick of the sword like give me some more

Now I'm cheffing up scores, different reward

Man's sick of the law

[?] kicks getting rid of this source

Couldn't handle no critics before

Now I don't know about no limits at all

This ting, I'm tryna give it my all

But violate, I'm still on grabbing a tool, blaow