Eren Yaeger Freestyle Testo

Life of the party I cut the cake and then dipped
Im right back to the crib
Im back to making the hits
The elephant in the room
Addressing it while I track
I keep my manager happy
My music really do slap
Uh huh
There’s no distractions I’m really tryna rap
Unless you showing your bunda Your hips and all of the cat
Outside a literal simp
Inside a literal pimp
Inside I’ll show you the biz

I eat the pussy up like Eren Yaeger
I’m in the valley next to stupid neighbours
I was the truest player
I was the man I was the kid I wеnt the whole rodeo
I been thе game the 50 Cent the Tony and the Yayo
Lloyd Banks a few years later
Bulletproof cooking like I’m the terminator
Super Saiyan I’m so insane
Popping a bottle off of that Chardonnay

A clean aesthetic like I’m Micah Williams
I keep this shit civilian
Until Im headlining Hordern Pavilion
We never spoke until I had words
Pressure building letting all the water from the tap burst I get my photos done by Matt Burns
I’m the best Aussie since Jono Thurs
So wipe your shoes up on the door mat
I’m really nothing like Mallrat
I'm on a whole different format

I'm really really good
I'm really really tough
I'm cinematic automatic
The little engine that could
I'm really really shook
I'm sentimental
On a level
Coming from a youngin's lips I’m really
I'm really misunderstood
Got stopped for wearing a hoodie
Can someone tell me what’s good?
Hand on the handgun inside his holster
He looking to say 'I told ya'
I'm really tryna grow older

And really be who I think I are
Who the man is in between the bars
Not satisfied with the art
But kissing her in the dark making me feel the spark again
Making me wanna start again
Winning feels a lot better when it’s hard to win
It’s disheartening

I’m really hot out In the streets
I’m so sick of the industry
Really Conserve my privacy
Like what matters to you and me
Made some memories not worth remembering
Aus post still fucking up my deliveries
I know they tryna bite too
You’re Looking at the crew like damn they got some nice tunes
Smoking from midnight to high noon
FC the flyest cunts that I knew
There’s nothing more that I can’t do
Nothing more I care to say
Nothing left that I care to state
All this money I Came to make
Might as well throw the state away
Steady shooting these fadeaways
You know I really feel great today