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No Limit Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Abstrxct
Language: English
Length: 1:38
Written by: Phillip Herndon




Abstrxct - No Limit Freestyle Lyrics




I can't be rapping for fame (Nah)
I gotta make me some money (Racks)
Pay all these bills, take care of my family
This rap shit is all or it's nothing (Bitch)
Ain't got no time to be playing (Nah)
Give me the mic and I'm slaying (Yeah)
These niggas pussies, these niggas salty
They gotta be Himalayan (On god)
Straight out Asheboro bitch it's Abstrxct
I keep the guap in my backpack
Don't come round my team we don't play that (We don't play)
Last nigga tried had his head snatched (Come here)
These niggas scared to throw hands, got guns now
Come to you block get beat down
Catch em lack with his hands down
Do like Da Baby get beat with yo pants down
Go hard for my state cause we up next
I got some shooters they on deck
They all be posted on balconies
They got no limits we feeling like Master P
Yea, did you catch that
My niggas really be like that
They all be posted on balconies
We got no limits we feeling like Master P
Cook up the beef like hibachi
See through the bullshit, Itachi
(Yea, aye)
Promise that no one can stop me
Feel like I'm Rocky, I'm cocky
(Yea, aye)
He said that he gang (gang, gang)
I knew that boy was a joke
That nigga a lame (Lame, lame)
Bet one of my niggas gone blow
Young nigga used to hit licks
I painted it black to look like a grip
Nowadays I cant get caught with a stick
Or I gotta do 5, got no time for that shit
(Young nigga used to hit licks
I painted it black to look like a grip
Nowadays I cant get caught with a stick
Or I gotta do 5, got no time for that shit)
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English

I can't be rapping for fame (Nah)
I gotta make me some money (Racks)
Pay all these bills, take care of my family
This rap shit is all or it's nothing (Bitch)
Ain't got no time to be playing (Nah)
Give me the mic and I'm slaying (Yeah)
These niggas pussies, these niggas salty
They gotta be Himalayan (On god)
Straight out Asheboro bitch it's Abstrxct
I keep the guap in my backpack
Don't come round my team we don't play that (We don't play)
Last nigga tried had his head snatched (Come here)
These niggas scared to throw hands, got guns now
Come to you block get beat down
Catch em lack with his hands down
Do like Da Baby get beat with yo pants down
Go hard for my state cause we up next
I got some shooters they on deck
They all be posted on balconies
They got no limits we feeling like Master P
Yea, did you catch that
My niggas really be like that
They all be posted on balconies
We got no limits we feeling like Master P
Cook up the beef like hibachi
See through the bullshit, Itachi
(Yea, aye)
Promise that no one can stop me
Feel like I'm Rocky, I'm cocky
(Yea, aye)
He said that he gang (gang, gang)
I knew that boy was a joke
That nigga a lame (Lame, lame)
Bet one of my niggas gone blow
Young nigga used to hit licks
I painted it black to look like a grip
Nowadays I cant get caught with a stick
Or I gotta do 5, got no time for that shit
(Young nigga used to hit licks
I painted it black to look like a grip
Nowadays I cant get caught with a stick
Or I gotta do 5, got no time for that shit)
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Writer: Phillip Herndon
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