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taste (freestyle) - cee lyrics

[verse 1: cee]

f-ck a tyga, i’m a lion widdit/
when i get a little taste of the fame, i’m mariah widdit/
get a bag and retire widdit/
come back with a whole new vibe, through the wire widdit/
hit the booth, run a mile in it/
visualize, manifest, realize not a sky limit/
universe guiding, we align widdit/
taking every motherf-cking opp as a sign widdit/
i’ma get it, i’ma motherf-cking shine widdit/
k!lling every part of me that feelin’ like “quit it”/
i’m alive, spit it, i’ma die living/
i’ma thrive widdit, and expire winning/
listen, all i really got is time widdit/
i’m just tryina get a seed and a white picket/
wifey is a boss, she a g widdit/
g5, g-wagon, getting gs with her/
ay, we be headed overseas widdit/
getting love in the finest wineries widdit/
sippin’ pinot off the lees widdit/
eating shrimp with the stars in burgundy under trees widdit/
we a f-ckin’ power couple, y’all believe widdit/
i can’t set foot up in a brewery/
without a motherf-cker stepping to me, tryina cheese widdit/
it’s all love, pour it up, shoot the breeze with ‘em/
chop it up, hit the haze widdit/
see ya face through a f-cking ipa, i ain’t play widdit/
numbers up, we done came widdit/
talk sh-t, i’ma see you, catch a motherf-cking fade widdit/
we done really changed the game widdit/
gang, gang, gang, gang, b-tch, don’t forget the name widdit/
all i’m seeing is they p-ssy -ss complain widdit/
while my team, we hit the motherf-cking plane widdit, listen

[verse 2: cee]
f-ck a label, self made, no co-sign/
only master in the mirror, and i own mine/
when relentless touch down, i’ma hold time/
tmf turn this b-tch to a gold mine/
every bar is a cold line/
move plays and playlists into plaques, yeah the whole nine/
y’all just gimme 6 seconds like an old vine/
i’ma show you music with a soul can be so fire/
anybody tell you different, it’s a bold lie/
h0m-genized rap sh-t, man i roll by/
attention is the currency for trolls right/
never spitting, they just beefing on the phone live/
new rap kinda cool, issa whole vibe/
i ain’t never really had a problem, keep close ties/
i be bumpin’ 6ix9ine, sipping mulled wine/
brie and dried meat, right, beach side, low tide/
listen, straight bars, i’m about the business/
product of the 90s, but never vintage/
i’m tryina get the spinach through the f-ckin’ lyrics/
do i look scandinavian? coz i ain’t finnish/
yeah, back and forth like a violinist/
i’ve been studying the game like a biochemist/
i’m just tryina take the team to a higher limit/
tryina keep the pace while we moving at a mile a minute/
living in between the spiritual and nihilism/
got a lot up on my shoulders like mayan women/
one slip could erase the entire mission/
so we never let the industry deny the vision/
ay, so the tunes like inspired dishes/
make ‘em hot and bubble up like a fryer chicken/
what they call a freestyle just a prior written/
man the game got a high attrition, cee

- cee lyrics

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