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Correct Hanz Freestyle Lyrics
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Correct Hanz Freestyle
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[Intro] Yo Yo [Verse] Ayy, been at this shit for a minute I've been runnin' with the same dudes since the beginning Homie, y'all need to listen, your favorite rappers is mad soft Twistin' up the spliff, I hit that shit and I blast off, yeah Ooh, if I was you I'd be jealous Got that pretty boy swagger, I feel like Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Now there ain't shit you can tell us, we sippin' drinks wit' umbrellas I had enough of y'all emissions, I pull up in the Tesla, ayy Way that I been spittin' dope, bitch, you can bag it up Tell these label A&R's to ease the fuck up off my nuts Ain't signing shit 'cause they ain't payin' what I'm due I'm just tryna kick a rap without no one to answer to, yeah All my life, I thought that all I wanted was some clout Turns out that I just wanted somebody to hear me out Now I'm stuck in a car underwater and I can't get out Screamin', "What the fuck, can anybody out there hear me now?" Yo, so now I gots to lay my armor down Spit some real shit, sit on the couch and blaze another ounce My homies and my family best believe that I'ma hold 'em down You find us in Miami with Baby and we be rollin' loud This shit is more than punchlines, this my real life I'm in some Polo Ralph Lauren, lookin' real nice I was broke as fuck, homie, you gotta realize I kept my eyes on the prize and I made this shit mine Ooh, we smokin' dope in the Civic I make a beat, I grab the mic, and then I proceed to kill it I'm just a regular dude, more than a vibe, it's the truth I got a habit for spendin' my cash on Polo and shoes This for the kids who go and turn their bedroom into a stu' You know I am and I will always be a kid just like you Yeah, I remember feelin' stuck, was all alone in my room Would always stay up late as fuck and then I wake up at noon But we the new school, SoundCloud and YouTube Hard to find your truth, everybody want confuse you I been tryna walk a righteous path, spark the blunt and flick the ash Turkey bag full of gas, you might see me blowin' past in that Mercedes Benz, bitch, I copped it myself I ain't got no mommy-daddy money, ain't had no help Fuck all that Gucci and Balenciaga, I rock the Ralph Man y'all keep tryna be each other, I'ma just be myself, yo
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