Ten Hawkins - Kobe Bean Freestyle (feat. PPC Haze) Lyrics

How much more do you want from me
More
How much more successful do you want me to be
More successful
How many records can my records break
More records
Sean J, you killed this shit
I heard they formed an alliance
Against little old me
You can tell by my gut
I ain't ran from no beef
I turn rappers to merch
Then sell it at the venue
I smell murder in the air
Now shit mama this box of tissues
We don't play fair
We all we know is play for keeps
Even though you my dawg, don't mean you get a treat
Lying down ain't a trick
Gotta get up, go fetch
And don't come back if you ain't comin' with a check
I stretch rappers like spandex
I'm that tight
Punch lines are jaw breaks
They can't bite
Tennessee wildfires
Y'all camp sites
They see me and get on knees
That ain't cap right
I'm a god
Look to heaven to address me
I got a spot
Cruela can't help you catch me
Legends don't die
They only come alive
9692
Hello, I arrived
God sent, but I've been hell ever since
I've been hell ever since
And money my language
That's only thing that ever made sense
They know they can't touch me
But they feel my presence
They copy my style
But they don't have my essence
They pray for my fall
F them and the reverend
I'm sending them demons
How's that for a blessing
The coldest the hottest
Boy, I control weather
The greatest of the best
Ain't nobody better
My brother's divine
Shout out to Big 7
Even Goliath know we big steppers
Look
Go relate his message
Tell him that I'm running things
Running
Running
He say he an animal
I'm going hunting then
Take off your head and mount it on the wall
Mount it on the wall
Put me on any beat and watch I go off
Ha, going off in the worst way
You better than your on phase on my worse day
You got Jay on the beat
Haze and Ten for the word play
They ain't living nothing like they word say
Yall ain't eating nigga y'all the entree
Got them outside waiting on the OK
Ninety-four
Baby
Me versus them that's a dub cause I'm winning
I'm drippin they slipping
No Mac on my pimpin'
Them cases start pending
People start bailing
I heard it was smoke
Pull up
You gon' be friendly
Now who want the extra I'm real deal a stepper
I'll heat this bitch I brought hot sauce and pepper
That none make them bring and ambulance and stretcher
Like a nigga wounded I'm applying pressure
Hold up
Diamonds maker her eyes cris cross
Ice on sub-zero I'm playing with frost
One hand grip that bitch like Randy Moss
Every move I make, the move of a boss
How you be a boss
Can't pay the cost
Everybody bet against me done lost
Trying to dodge a rico tell them free Jeff
Just like a kappa, baby I'ma step
803 where I'm from what I rep
How I touch pussy she gon' have to prep
Bitch, I came to win
Get them dividends
So much love and hate from men and women many men
Cousins out the blue claiming that kin
When it come to business I don't do the friends
Jus to hide the pain, I Cartier the lens
I be with the real one I'm chilling with Ten
Don't chill with no busters, don't chill with no fakes
Jewlery wet like I been fishing out a lake
How I run the game surprise I don't ache
She gon' blow the candle, I'ma get the cake
Every 24 tryin' to make something shake
I'ma chase a bag, you can stamp that
Only cap on me, be a new era at hat
I be stepping on shit like a doormat
Like a doormat