Sway In The Morning Freestyle

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]

I spit that ugly face like a dude had a bad mood

Pussy blew it, bud clot when the act rude

Trying to flex and get embarassed like a baboon

Birds I don't feed no seeds till I be posted on the porch like a raccoon

Rap funny, they tried to

Play you like you soft or portray you some type of trap goon

I'm from the hood, to be exact 47th

For shorties'll catch you lacking, you carried and buried under wood

Six men'll hold your casket

You only come off the bench to take a stand, you a snitch, witnesses get subtracted

I'm back to where I began and that's to pass your exit

As far as first impressions I'm breaking the mold





[Verse 2: Mibbs]

Better call your best troops, we let loose

All OE Tropicana with the best juice

At this moment every moment is a chess move

I see your chances getting slimmer than a test tube

To walk like I walk you need your best shoes

But sorry I don't walk no more, call me Jet
Blue

You couldn't get at me if I let you

Cause everything I spit is nasty like pet food

Atchoo, eww, that's rude

This neighborhood was never easy to pass through

Give me the order and I'mma get to slaughtering

This year I make careers shorter than tattoo

It so happens I got a shitload of talent

Line so thin you gotta tip toe to balance

There's nothing in the world I've ever been so proud of

But my first mixtape, that was my first mistake

Cause the second one was stupider, what could you do to us?

You down to earth niggas, we reside on Jupiter

And you could've thought of something lucrative to do with us



[Verse 3: Vic Mensa]

After the band, before the bands I never really went solo

I always kept a cup of niggas with me

Taking shots, better hit your mark

Three come for you, it might get sticky

Like a drunk Santa dropping his Henny down the chimney

Smoking Christmas trees, Happy New Year

Knew I was the future before the present

They questioning if I should move out of the city

Really ain't much left to do here, but I'm still here

If you on a wheelchair then come pop a wheelie

Traffic, traffic looking through my taxes

Been traveling so much I got out of state rates

Overseas plates shift the parentheses, different brackets

I'm Freddy fire starter you're more like bury the hatchet

Shush your mouth, you don't wanna smoke

You hide behind the mirror, scared to look yourself in the eye

I know you fear me, it's apparent

Like a mother of five trying to feed her family

Your food on the table [?] the chef [?]



[Verse 4: Mibbs]

Yo, it's black shades and black beanies, feel me?

Cut the track and put it out, call that a freebie

All the girls wanna dance and rub their titties

They only got love for hundreds, fifty's

My Compton niggas is rocking Dickies

Hollywood niggas is rocking skinny's

As long as you niggas is rocking with me

I could give a fuck about that sucka shit

My shit got slapped

Who's that creeping down peek hole like that?

Really in a golf chair leaning like that

And I'd catch a case if I beat it like that

Girl, I remember you, you used to be a sleeper

But when the sleeper go to sleep that's when they meet the reaper

Hennessy and reefer, just leave it to Bieber

Quit talking about your dick, bruh, that shit never please her



[Verse 5: Tokyo Shawn]

It's Save
Money, save money to the grave money

It's really nothing you could really take from me

I know my wave coming

I'm off the top more often than not, what it gave for me

Like, you could take me to the grave something

I'd probably take something, but they could never wait for me

I see them gaining interest, that's late money

Now that wave coming

I dropped the coffee, but I caught it, quick action

But I'm never lacking in the field, but I'm always packing

If they asking I'm tough acting [?]

I'm playing Madden, but slacking

They always slacking and macking 'em

Probably off of the top with it

And they just changing all the topics

Something like it's tropic, but I'm never stopping it

And now I'm off with it



[Verse 6: Vic Mensa]

Probably off of the top with it

Back in school, selling a fool, that was hypotheses

Now I'm in Jamaica, I be out where the tropics is

I just took my girl to vacation, they still waiting

You still late, can't even get your late pass

But I'm right back cause you know I'm smoking great grass



[Verse 7: Tokyo Shawn]

I said, who, I said it's Tokyo

If I don't remember your name, sorry, don't get emotional

I mean I'm wavy, I'm probably gonna make the lake overflow

I mean I'm wavy, I'm wavy, I'll probably flip a motorboat

I'll probably go and overdose

Off on some shit I never did before, I'm indigo

I mean the G's did it indigo

You can't even find them in the go

I'm off the top with it changing the topic

I mean I'm Philosoraptor with it



[Verse 8: Mibbs]

Show love to the ratchets

Hit the suburb for that white girl action

Know your sports, nigga, know your fashion

Know that you don't give a fuck, you tell a nigga what's happening

All day, Merrill Lynch, marijuana, Mary everything

Kill the game and the mic, explode everything

Shout out to Sway, shout out to Tech

Shout out to my ladies, shout out to the respect

I come through with a freestyle verse



[Verse 9: Tokyo Shawn]

In the morning with Sway, in the morning with Sway

I'm with Vic, yeah my homie [???], where's Trey?

Save
Money, here the take of the day

Here to save the day, take over the global shit

I mean I'm new to this

And they just see me walk in the room, they probably noticed it

Bun in they hair but probably open it

See the girl getting legs open, something like the [?]



[Verse 10: Vic Mensa]

I'm in the back of the black Uber and you know I'm smoking it

These other niggas is lame, they do not be poking it

They lying on they shit, that's why bitch be steady be steady lying on my dick

Like I had a frying pan on my shit

Because I'm steady in my kitchen whipping water when I'm across the border, tried to get me dirty

My boy thirty, I'm twenty, I'm about to come up, money coming up plenty

And they can't see me, can't defend me, can't [?] me, automatic [??], clac-click him, clac stick him



[Verse 11: Tokyo Shawn]

All the 90's babies, 90's baby

90's made me, the 90's made me, the 90's raised me

Me and Victor, we in the [?], we off the mixture

We off the [?] of the jeans, ain't got no zipper, the hell we saying



[Verse 12: Vic Mensa]

She got an i
Phone five, I wanna take a picture

Now I'm sipping on that purple potion, that elixir, (that elixir)

Look, these niggas know that Vic get live

That's why I got three nights this week at Terminal Five

You can catch me from Toronto, and all the way to Montreal



[Verse 13: Mibbs]

Hitting your sister

Individual spitter

Big Mibbs that nigga

Pac Divsion is my crew

I'm with Vic Mensa, you know how we do

We on this shit, south by southwest, come catch me

Me and Scoop De
Ville, on a jet ski



[Verse 14: Tokyo Shawn]

See the face up on the poster, me and Vic we on a tour with Disclosure

And they see we light it up, changing the exposure

Tell them that I'm kosher, tell her come closer

Tell them [???]



[Verse 15: Vic Mensa]

Tell them [???], you know they spotlight is over

Me I keep a cold glass of wine on the coaster

If you looking on the mannequin, you can see my name on the poster

You know they over, you far but I'm closer

Closure, shoutout to [?], she never get (shoutout to Hova)

Shoutout to Jay Hova, [?] at the United Center



[Verse 16: Mibbs]

Shoutout to Weezy, shoutout To Yeezy

We do this shit so easy, the freestyle's like peasys

Easy, cleasy, niggas don't understand I'm like Georgia Weezy

What's happening, niggas done rapping

Spitting, kicking, clapping, guns clapping



[Verse 17: Tokyo Shawn]

Clapping never lacking

[??], he [?], what did he say?

What did he say, she say, they saying that cliche

But they be rapping and they be talking and never say shit

It's okay because we almost famous



[Verse 18: Vic Mensa]

We in this bitch [?] cliche, I be sipping that [?]

Shoutout to Donnie Trumpet, that's my brother Nico

And my stock up like the NASDAQ

Niggas no answers like Sway in the math class

Back that, pass that, you know I'm [??]

I'm ash on the gas then pass out

When she at my crib give me ass then I pass out

People last up or last out



[Outro: Sway]

There it is, there it is!

Yo, I want the end, on that last metaphor

Vic Mensa, give it up for Vic Mensa!

Give it up for Mibbs!

Tokyo making his debut on Sway in the Morning!

Yo, that was one of the sickest, that was the sickest cypher this year!