Jeff Taylor - April 28th Freestyle Lyrics

No more false intruders
I stood ten toes down nobody could move us
Godly flow when they cross us they moving like Judas
And if you need to get in line Kite'll give ya crew cuts, yeah
I'm very respected
You give the credit to the dudes you laying in debt with
I send the plug you talking wires I'm very connected
And I been gone for some months and done felt neglection
Taking breaks from music just ain't realistic
I start to realize my purpose when I finally miss it
I start to miss all of my niggas who be really with it
I start to notice that my Mrs. like these other bitches
Toast go out to Trev, toast go out to Bishop
And a toast go to that nigga I see in the mirror
That was the only nigga there for me
That was the only one that cared for me
Du-rag thangs, few gold rings, few gold chains
And if niggas talking moving guess we Uhaul thangs
I over does it 730 guess I'm too Cobain
And yo' bitch let us nigga then I do Romaine, Yeah
Drill stopper, Cove copper, Show stopper
If everything ain't Chris my nigga I Will rock ya
Me shotta, no rasta, I'm too proper
If she don't get the picture my nigga I will crop her
Properly humble in all the shit I go through
You gon' have to be real special if I'm gon' post you
And if you want beef I take you out to Nobu
We could get some drinks and I could get to know you
Yeah, Southside Shit
And if niggas talking crazy bitch I'm outside shit
You move sloppy similar just like the mouth I get
And I really am bout my shit
YEAH IM BOUT MY SHIT NIGGAAA

No more false intruders
I stood ten toes down nobody could move us
Godly flow when they cross us they moving like Judas
And if you need to get in line Kite'll give ya crew cuts, yeah
I'm very respected
You give the credit to the dudes you laying in debt with
I send the plug you talking wires I'm very connected
And I been gone for some months and done felt neglection
Taking breaks from music just ain't realistic
I start to realize my purpose when I finally miss it
I start to miss all of my niggas who be really with it
I start to notice that my Mrs. like these other bitches
Toast go out to Trev, toast go out to Bishop
And a toast go to that nigga I see in the mirror
That was the only nigga there for me
That was the only one that cared for me
Du-rag thangs, few gold rings, few gold chains
And if niggas talking moving guess we Uhaul thangs
I over does it 730 guess I'm too Cobain
And yo' bitch let us nigga then I do Romaine, Yeah
Drill stopper, Cove copper, Show stopper
If everything ain't Chris my nigga I Will rock ya
Me shotta, no rasta, I'm too proper
If she don't get the picture my nigga I will crop her
Properly humble in all the shit I go through
You gon' have to be real special if I'm gon' post you
And if you want beef I take you out to Nobu
We could get some drinks and I could get to know you
Yeah, Southside Shit
And if niggas talking crazy bitch I'm outside shit
You move sloppy similar just like the mouth I get
And I really am bout my shit
YEAH IM BOUT MY SHIT NIGGAAA