NY State of Mind (Freestyle)

[Advocate]

(Intro)

Straight out the fuccin dungeons of rap
Where fake niggas don’t make it back

(Verse)

Previously stated, I’m easily seen as the greatest
Won’t be long til I’m leavin one for the ages
Flows contagious my patience goes thru the stages
The moment you question my greatness I’ll turn yo grapes into raisins
Snappin on em, I spread my fingers and snap my wrist
Best believe before you get clapped you gon clap to this
My wickedness so ridiculous make you sick a this
Lend so many hands man I’ll prolly average bout 10 assist
Like Steve Nash or Chris Paul
Funny how when you sit tall you ain’t think the world was this small
But folks still wanna clown a G
40 round clips, you don’t wanna go another round wit me
Around and back and then drown the fact you ain’t down wit me
The town collapse to scraps perhaps you ain’t think the crown was for me?
Remainin mentally strong for the long days
My story started to sound a lot like LeBron James
That was purely an accident
My state of mind is a rapper’s sense
They can subtract all my dollars, long as they can’t subtract my sense
The wall is where my back’s against
I think I need some time rinse
All of the stress I been filled wit
Bob the Builder couldn’t fix this defensive fense I been buildin
But that’s a presence that isn’t pleasant
Maybe God want me to see thru fluorescent to teach a lesson
It’s heaven that I’m destined
But if it’s okay wit God, I’d first like to be a living legend

Please tell me whatchu yall think about it.

The link to the instrumental is right here incase you're unsure of rhythm of how the song goes.