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25 (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Justoid
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Justin Pillette




Justoid - 25 (Freestyle) Lyrics
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It's a mystery
Why they tellin me
That i'm the hottest out the burbs from this century
Im pulling out the lot like testa rose' with no receipt
You lookin hungry, your plate empty, give you some to eat
I made niggas rich that's off the packs check out my team
2018 me and Ryguy shop at louis V
Walk into the lobby and they hand me a key
Your on the top floor sir, leave the baggage to me
Everything I do is raw that's why you tryna be me
And if you wanna stare in public give you something to see
I go shopping in Japan, sukami all on my back
Baker pull up with the vintage, give me something to match
Catch me in the cut with gang we all brought something to match
Addictive personality I always feel so attached
Swear that life ain't been the same since I been on the road
Living by myself for half a decade feel so alone
Only answer when it's dead presidents on the phone
Never feeling like myself without a zip to the dome
Know we RMRP nigga we with all the drama
Dripping out my bitch in some designer that'll cost you
Once my father died is when I turned into a boss,
And if you test me put you on a flyer reading out your lost damn
Everybody want the answers like i'm cool to play with
They gon' play this on the radio or catch me at the station
Wilding out my ass we throwing 'bows up on the stage and
Everybody in the crowd gon' get to spazzin, get to raging
I ain't gonna settle bitch you know i'm not complacent
Never settle for the less, know it's greatness that i'm chasing
Man up in the mirror only nigga that i'm racing
Ima treat you like a child if I hear you start complaining
Richer than your favorite f*cking rapper read about it
So far up out the way you couldn't even see about it
Don't let me in your crib i'm bound to blow some tree up out it
I don't wanna do the show unless the place is f*cking crowded
Slapping bottles of azul, you think that santas in my section
I aint f*ckin with no photos IRL's my one selection
Think we're playing 20 questions way these bars gon leave you guessing
Linked wit VROY on 4/20 but i'll save that for the next one
Opened up for Toosii and these boys still tryna play me
1400 shout me out we in the green room getting faded
Shared the stage with PNB and felt as if I really made it
How I came from in the LMC with zstone? It's amazing
Dummy dug his grave when he tried to go out work me
With the way i'm headed now I might retire when i'm 30
I'm stuck up in my lane you misaligned and steady swerving
The way I rip apart the beat you think i'm doing f*cking surgery
F*ck about a hook i'm here to show you that i'm different
My bitch the type of freak to show me all the new positions
Tryna change the world I swear i'm on a different mission
Shooting fire out of every cylinder and every piston
Reaching all my goals while the haters steady wishing
Went ghost up on my last one couldn't stand the way she bitching
Thought your name was affidavit way you always run your lips
And I cant hang around no niggas who got reps out there for snitching
Hash and wax up in my joint i'm higher up than Southwest
Ain't tryna smoke with you unless we talking 'bout a pound sesh
She say that i'm a dog, but I ain't turn into a hound yet
You be fronting on your moves, I like to call that shit a bounced check
I could go for days but I think I got like 4 left
Gave that bitch some dick thats gon' be hard for her to forget
Doing donuts in a beamer shoutout to the homie Forseth
I'm with Ryguy in the SI on the way to grab some more checks
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English

It's a mystery
Why they tellin me
That i'm the hottest out the burbs from this century
Im pulling out the lot like testa rose' with no receipt
You lookin hungry, your plate empty, give you some to eat
I made niggas rich that's off the packs check out my team
2018 me and Ryguy shop at louis V
Walk into the lobby and they hand me a key
Your on the top floor sir, leave the baggage to me
Everything I do is raw that's why you tryna be me
And if you wanna stare in public give you something to see
I go shopping in Japan, sukami all on my back
Baker pull up with the vintage, give me something to match
Catch me in the cut with gang we all brought something to match
Addictive personality I always feel so attached
Swear that life ain't been the same since I been on the road
Living by myself for half a decade feel so alone
Only answer when it's dead presidents on the phone
Never feeling like myself without a zip to the dome
Know we RMRP nigga we with all the drama
Dripping out my bitch in some designer that'll cost you
Once my father died is when I turned into a boss,
And if you test me put you on a flyer reading out your lost damn
Everybody want the answers like i'm cool to play with
They gon' play this on the radio or catch me at the station
Wilding out my ass we throwing 'bows up on the stage and
Everybody in the crowd gon' get to spazzin, get to raging
I ain't gonna settle bitch you know i'm not complacent
Never settle for the less, know it's greatness that i'm chasing
Man up in the mirror only nigga that i'm racing
Ima treat you like a child if I hear you start complaining
Richer than your favorite f*cking rapper read about it
So far up out the way you couldn't even see about it
Don't let me in your crib i'm bound to blow some tree up out it
I don't wanna do the show unless the place is f*cking crowded
Slapping bottles of azul, you think that santas in my section
I aint f*ckin with no photos IRL's my one selection
Think we're playing 20 questions way these bars gon leave you guessing
Linked wit VROY on 4/20 but i'll save that for the next one
Opened up for Toosii and these boys still tryna play me
1400 shout me out we in the green room getting faded
Shared the stage with PNB and felt as if I really made it
How I came from in the LMC with zstone? It's amazing
Dummy dug his grave when he tried to go out work me
With the way i'm headed now I might retire when i'm 30
I'm stuck up in my lane you misaligned and steady swerving
The way I rip apart the beat you think i'm doing f*cking surgery
F*ck about a hook i'm here to show you that i'm different
My bitch the type of freak to show me all the new positions
Tryna change the world I swear i'm on a different mission
Shooting fire out of every cylinder and every piston
Reaching all my goals while the haters steady wishing
Went ghost up on my last one couldn't stand the way she bitching
Thought your name was affidavit way you always run your lips
And I cant hang around no niggas who got reps out there for snitching
Hash and wax up in my joint i'm higher up than Southwest
Ain't tryna smoke with you unless we talking 'bout a pound sesh
She say that i'm a dog, but I ain't turn into a hound yet
You be fronting on your moves, I like to call that shit a bounced check
I could go for days but I think I got like 4 left
Gave that bitch some dick thats gon' be hard for her to forget
Doing donuts in a beamer shoutout to the homie Forseth
I'm with Ryguy in the SI on the way to grab some more checks
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Writer: Justin Pillette
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