Don't Drop It (Edited)

Don't don don don't drop it

Won't you pass that mic right here

You know I will not fuckin drop it

So you thought that I would stop it

But I got more shits in my pocket

CHORUS

I say don't (duh don't dont) drop it,

The funky beat (x3)

this is how we kick it

And this is how we do it

This original styles mine

So why would you ruin it

So you thought that G was all washed up

But the ring around the collar is so damn tough

You know I'm not the type of brutha like enoughs enough

And what you want to start something

When you start it all

See I flow like the breeze

Right down the road

Mind my own biz you I find my mother load

I'm getting paid in the shade

For the words that I say

With the rules that I play

For the moves that I make

Its amazing just like the boy

Peter paker sink white as a cloud my souls deep

And deep gets my stuff

The deep that you did

The best tasting water in the bottom of the well

Raining like a thunderstorm

And you about to get wet cause the heat is on

Coming up

Coming on

Coming on (x3)

I'm coming up

I'm coming on

I'm coming

I got the blues brother

Like

I smoke a lotta weed

But it don't get paranoid

Don't freak

I got the flavors like lemonade

My stock is steady rising like I'm on etrade

I don't date a girl with the thunder thighs

I got the mai tai special with the light brown eyes

To make the bread you must have the rise

It pays it pays to adverstise

But I won't shove my shit right down your throat

And if you like my freestyle then check out what I wrote

Chorus

my styles on lockdown

So please don't pick my brain