[Friday After Next Skit:]

Why are you in so much competition with me?

You jealous Willie

I can't help it!

I look better than you do

You don't

I cook better than you

You can't

My dick is bigger than yours

It was cold that night

[Uchies (Freestyle): Verse 1]

A black kid nigga I pull up in foreign

Pig tails red rubber bands

Choppas' wit endurance

Johnny's pullin' niggas out the cars out in Torrance

I just might fuck a ratchet broad out on Florance

I pull up at Louisiana's off Normandie

(Give me a "Snack Pac")

A few blocks from my grandma but the south side

South Central send them lullabies outside

Shots fired bullets ain't lying in them stop signs

Cold Summers told yo rollie say it's bout time

We goin' shoulders with the rollers

Cause it's route time

We never heard what momma told us

She had two jobs

Ain't have to sneak the blowers

Hands saw me creep em outside

I had to hit the old chink on the block

Handle beef with the flamethrowers

Chopstick in the Wok

In the streets if they don't know us

They was sleep in a box

OMMIO we all want it but feed me the rock

Flickin' up but I ain't speakin' about it

On everyday of the week I can drive

A blind nigga said I'm easy to spot

If I slide wit ya, ya my nigga beamin or not

Rap a can of corn or cream of the crop

I jump back off tour

Turn my dreams to a drop

50 racks when I perform

They been dreaming I stop

We got more straps for war

We gon even the odds, woo

Yeah we all know, man we all know

Why you still talkin' about it?

Thought it was all over

I done lost my mind a long time ago

Back when we was jackin' niggas for they Franko's

I'm back on these niggas necklace

Getting money six ways you can't intercept it

Niggas with these bitch ways

Don't know what they sex is

I'm hoppin' out the Mercedes (yo bitch) interested

She just hit the message

Man these new niggas is so John Legend

I fuck wit his message but he so non threatening

My nigga is you bangin' or you flexin'?

More they love you around the world

More they hate you around yo section

I scraped my plate and came for seconds

Running outta patience out here waiting for yo blessings

Money not the only quest

I need the basics for my essence

Need some shit that I can take in

Once I take my last breath

But if they coming, where that cash at?

These mac rounds make em back down

Like some ab reps

They say you only great as ya last step

I took that leap of fate in the fast...

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[Too Player (Freestyle): Verse 2]

Big badge it

Niggas ain't got a match it

Rich Blacks pay the homage where you got it at

I switch hats from the A to the M

From the M's to the A's like, Woo Woo

Red guts in the Wraith like, Suwoo

Big blunts to the face like, excuse you who?

Rich blood yeah, blue faces

One man fighting 32 cases

White stones linked up like braces

Pour it all out the cup it ain't Ace's

Take a shot

Top shotters helped me get here

Adjust to the change up when I switch gears

I done slept on a couch a whole leap year

Now these private jets feeling like a Good Year

Sippin' Ace everyday a celebration

Lame niggas blame it on the age separation

[Bar Juice (Freestyle): Verse 3]

Look

She just wanna fuck wit Bar Juice

Two or more I say she carpool

Her ass fat but what them jaws do?

Titties faker than a cartoon, Ayy

We sippin' Ace's

Money found a new language

We at the point where Balmain's is yo basic

I'm cashin' out on my cravings

My niggas crashin' Mulsanne's and Mercede's

Now thats a 40 thow wow fix outta yo savings

I spend a month down at the Ritz no vacation

I been around rather get rich than be famous

These niggas now make up cliques

Think they bangin' (What?)

That don't surprise me no

Sport women and deprive these hoes

That's little Rodney on

I ain't fucking witchu Maricón's

Pull up in that Adiós for my Barrio

A merry pockets think a boy listening

I'm stackin' all these dead guys like a mortician

My shooters got a scope with intuition

He looking out it

Looking lazy eye just like he Forest Whitaker

Celeb game I had my own shit

The talk of the town me and Joe Moses (RJ!)

I played the sideline coaching

I felt my team needed me

I subbed myself the last 4 minutes

Yeah

Goyards and gold Rolex's

I get chauffeured lets have road sex

I roll up call it romance

I pull out and keep goin'

They gon love me more when I'm gone

Throwin' racks on the floors

Stepping Stones

Treat these stores like I'm home

I know god want me on

Feel like god want me on

On my momma we on (X3)