Royce da 5'9 - Forever (Freestyle)

[Royce da 5'9" - Chorus]
I’ll be shutting n-ggas up when I talk
but nothings ever gonna get done to me
y’all aint gon do nothing at all
I’ma be talking sh-t forever man, ever man, ever man
shut the f-ck up when I talk
nothings ever gonna get done to me
y’all aint gon do nothing at all
I tlak about your ass forever man, ever man, ever man
ever man

[Verse 1]
Last name Voorhees
first name Jason
like a loaded pistol boy aint nothing to play with
y’all dont want no problems the drama be too horrendous
f-ck you and your feelings you momma the who offended
pimpin aint easy but b-tch I’m in the building
I’m the smack man, I got a back hand like serena williams
he hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children
even though he be eating like he Silician
I sweat brilliance I sh-t genius
you on fire till I come by you and extinguish.
I’m distinguised, Im bout to quit writing
you bout to grow a set of hooters
while a n-gga just winging
my d-ck swinging,
it’s slapping my leg so much the sh-ts stinging
you heard who better than me b-tch bring em, uhhh,
he stepped up like Rocky, he’ll probably be finished
he’ll go from looking like he balboa to Rocky Dennis
you thought you was winning
til every tooth in your mouth is in a pouch in your pocket
the next time you talk to your dentist
these lame n-gga’s say they body’s is endless
get in my lane they license to kill is probably suspended
uhh, I’m fly feeling like I got wings and I’m in the air
I miss my flight tell the pilot I said I’ll meet you there
cause he too rare, there should be a sign on every vocal booth
thats says if Nickel 9 choose to do your beat beware

[Verse 2]
Last name Pay me
first name f-ck you
you collect and call me by my alias it’s (?)
find me with your b-tch my d-ck out with a mouth on it
take her round the corner a couple times put some miles on it
take her round monsters
OG’s that used to be slaves for Reagan helping to fund the Iran contra
poster boy for gun wrap
I got all kind of rhymes done about my guns cousin cause I got tons of them
I aint no industry n-gga
I don’t do no events
I got some red carpets that under my shoes in the Benz
he so street when he do it, the sewers is twin
he spit that sh-t he should spit it into a Depend’s
when it come to rhyming I’m a Ducatti your dude is a Schwinn
I don’t do parties and you, you just do men
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
my crew just too sick, your crew got poopa scoop d-cks
my crew just drinkand do chicks n-gga y’all aint gon do sh-t
slaughterhouse dynamic is Ortiz too mature for beef
Joey kill you with his words,
me I do it forcefully
Crooked is the smart one but don’t you get it twisted
that n-gga there he will kill you
I been to see how he livin
when I brain storm actual rain comes
I am one with the streets
I Sam Cooks the beat until change comes
My brain got different compartments, one that holds the psychosis
One that holds the explosives
One just got a note in it that says “homie knows that he’s dope, he stays on his toes, he’s ferocious!”
Its hopeless to focus on me with negative energy, you’ll only lose your focus,
I am not the best I am death now let God and Satan iron out the rest