Yellow Snow Freestyle - Spillage Village, J.I.D

Pissin' these bars, I’m Robert Kellz in the booth

It’s some shit where you talk, I send some shells at ya tooth

If they know who you are, they play it cool, yeah it’s cool

They don’t know who you are, then I don’t know, I don’t know

See my lil' niggas got lil' niggas, so I’m a grand-nigga

Stand with the same ones I was playing in sand with

90 cent cheeseburger, take half of the sandwich

Make plans, gotta expand, plans expansion

Reporting live from that place between sleep and awake

Recording rhymes, catch a vibe until the simplest state, of mind

I shine bright, blind?

my sight fine, write my line

Fight like a nigga twice my size, I’m twice that guy

Enlightened, but I’m light in the ass, but fuck it

Stuck that, tucked that, right in the passenger

Wanna be bad, shoot at his cardiovascular

Startin' a massacre, tryna be masculine

Give it to the game, no Vaseline

Swervin' in your lane, no accident

And I’m with the shit, no laxative

Then I hit the gas, nigga puff, puff, pass to a pacifist

Middle finger fuck your magistrate

I’m your Majesty, ancestery

Traveled the Middle Passage

So I put on for my daddy’s, daddy, daddy, daddy

And have my foot on they neck until I’m in the paddy waggy

Young shaggy, swaggy laddy, had he came

From the fame and the change, would he be happy?

Or did them broke days sustain some rare habits

That in turn invoked a change you can stare at it

I’m taking a stab at it, charismatically, satisfactory

Spittin'

Pissin' these bars, I’m Robert Kellz in the booth

It’s some shit where you talk, I send some shells at ya tooth

If they know who you are, they play it cool, yeah it’s cool

They don’t know who you are, then I don’t know, I don’t know