Video Might Be Freestyle de Abel The Man 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Abel The Man - Might Be Freestyle Lyrics

Verse I :
You know I’m busy but I’m intrusive
Hit a man in his spine with bear hands, make him jump and
Like Michael Jordan, spittin on the team
Make em turn English so they could spill some tea
Green or black, marmelade asking me this
I’d prefere chocolate over a mars attack Nigga from tennesse
I see, you with a blurred vision, I’m a flybee
We be walking over the goddamn centipedes
Fuck a black bitch right til she mad at me
Make a white bitch bark with her dog and her cousin Tim
I hit the wind like a sport, likе it’s the right spot
Make a light turn green make еm hear gunshots
All day, day and night, we see homies on the ground
Smoking Zaza low a bridge for a 20 pounds
Ain’t stock I know but I see man, equipped
Make a Tyrone turn around changing to a pie
I mean emotions switching lines like their orders bout arbotions
Fuck a white emo tryna make fake reasons
I’m the same male, I got a dick and not a fake tail
What the fuck is going on Nigga wake up that ain’t a tale
Lyon bitch, reaching to certain regions with the homies
We gon make em to the top, let em old man breathe
I feel the cinnamon taste over the success, that sweet progress, we boutta make it no simping to my synthesis
I miss drinking water that’s a thang, in 5 years we boutta die like everything
They say « no you’re a liar », mane nah that’s just the sad truth
Fake hustlers be grinding the game just for tha gold tooth
Verse II :
(Might be, might be)
Yeah, might be, might be, let em dogs bite me
Drowning like the Titanic with Rosa and the mighty
Saint, take a trip to saint joseph and to the deep seas
Flat taste, rusty containers that breaks the ID
Same concealer, but not the same color
Taking advantage, spraying some cologne
I thrust her thang til she screaming « come on ! »
No sistahs and mamas included, hell naw
I never sold shit, don’t want no jelly jam prison jail sentence for life, yes
I guess my grandma was right, took off my time yes
If one of my homies gon’ die, resurrecting pieces head to toe, no lying
Fuck a Long Live Name, we fighting all thats flying
Arrows and Zions
Breaking ankles and bones, like Irving
I’m certainly missing from communicating
Big flaws and sins, see me mesmerised
Lions and Kings sitting in a throne full of diamonds
Tigers and snakes, life of a jungle, nothing violent
The Real Rules crosses excitement
Be the real you and fuck the Simons
Fuck all that’s smiling
See me bulletproof, riots
Shoot me for my attitude and for my style and
Fuck this beat, stop it