Valentine'S Day Freestyle '25

It's 2025, nigga, you got, you got free range
You got free range to say whatever the fuck you want
I'm like free range chicken in this bitch, word up

You are so fine, so fine, so fine (listen)
So fine, you're so fine (yo)
So fine, you blow my mind

Ayo, hey, listen
They want authenticity but then when they get it
They don't want it
Know what I mean? Make up your mind, is it real?

What type of nigga make songs about being young and shit? (For real)
Probably the type of nigga to be fuckin' on a younger bitch
I'm the type of nigga to brag 'bout fucking on your girl
These the type of niggas who try to touch on little girls
Prolly type of nigga to call his mama 'stead of fight
Prolly type of niggas to- at thirty-five
No matter what's done in the dark, it always come to light (always)
These the type of niggas with no morals, it got a price

When I be fuckin' on these alt-niggas bitches, tell me everything, I'm disgusted (give it)
Bending it over after fuckin', we keep discussing (go)
Actin' like God'll keep inside, they really McLovin (go)
They got mad at me, I said, "Baby Keem had a cousin" (come on)
They nepotism came in question, they couldn't function (uh)
Too many crackers got invited, fucked up the function
I stand up right in niggas face and say, "Cut the check" (so Cut)
I stand up right in crackers face and say, "Suck my dick" (suck)
That's why they hate me, it ain't nothing else to this dance, baby

I wish it was deeper than this, put it on my kids
But these crackers never update their racism
Same shit they doin' now, they used to do back then
When I'm rolling seven deep in the SUV, I'm on ten
Ready to Die like Biggie Smalls but this SUV gonna spin
Now they say, "Peggy, you can't rap, you's a black friend"
They bump niggas who beat bitches up, that are not men
If I can't rap 'cause I ain't a bitch and I don't beat girls
I'm the most non-rappin' nigga in the whole world

I fucked your bitch and you reviewed me, that's a bias (come on)
Scores wet 'cause I got their ex tired
No giving ten, I bet Elon gon' AI them
Biggin' up trash ass niggas, we don't buy them
I slipped and fell up in that pussy like I'm Biden
Your ex is pushing me out, this bitch is riding (facts)
I did not see nothing about this in your writing (for real)
I thought it added to the art, made it exciting
I guess some people can't be real 'bout what's inside them
I ask for feelings but some people try to hide them (go, go, go)
I like all my bitches same color, Michael Eric Dyson
I'm still in my prime these niggas Jake Paul era Tyson

All gas, baby, no breaks with it (no breaks)
Niggas never snap like a papoose fitted (blaow)
Drippin' all black like I'm Chronicles of Riddick (uh)
Mary-Kate and Ashley shot the Full House with it
Bust down the Perc', niggas smokin' on Grimace
Rat you with the racket, I ain't never played tennis (pow, pow, pow)
In the house like I'm Pillman and the trigger is not a gimmick

I'm so into you, I'm so into you
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know what I'm gonna do
You got me so confused
Girl, got me so confused
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know what I'm gonna do, I don't

(She sees, she's not blind)
(Not blind to the) She's not blind
(With things things you do for me)
(She sees, she's not blind)
(Not blind to the) she's not blind
(Things you do, things you do for me)
Things you do for me, oh, I know
So fine, so fine, so fine, so-so