A Calabasas Freestyle Lyrics - Jaden Smith

This iconic shit, let's go 

This that fresh whip 

Pull the checks, receipt stashed, straight to the palm, drippin' 

I been gone too long, feel like it's all different (Oh) 

Swear, I've been always specific 

In between destinations and flyin' over the Pacific 

And all these jets that we rented 

I seen niggas fumble with frames, tryna keep up they image 

I write writtens to break the bars of your mental prison 

Stencil hieroglyphs with colored pencils to Central Britain 

This is potential business, the monster has awoken 

And they stressed 'cause he's dressin' different 

And gassin' the freshest niggas, you're fuckin' fantastic 

And your fashion is Activision (Whoo) 

No wonder they act suspicious, they mad defensive 

Man, they couldn't even grasp most practical sense 

Fuck it, I'm blasted, I'm reckless (Oh, shit!) 

With no actual past, it's impressive 

Rap is just one of my fetishes, like a dragon that's pregnant 

Young boys lyin' on they records (Whoo) 

Baby, if I say I got the cash, it's a factual sentence 

This is drastically different (Woah) 

That's why I had to drop the tape just to gradually shift it 

Why this lil' nigga wearin' rags if he got all the riches? 

Shadow boxin' demons, diggin' ditches for all of these lizards 

When I'm finished with 'em 

And they can't understand my intentions (No) 

Man, they can't understand my inventions (Yeah) 

Wish I had a intervention when I was stuck in the tension (Whoo) 

Ten black sheep deep, they just want us to blend in (Oh) 

That's what the neural net will say when the AI is sentient 

I'm a art connoisseur, hope you all remember this 

And tell the future Kama Sutra, got the latest, let 'em in 

I'm just a youngin' but I got the knowledge like a veteran 

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Oh, my, 'nother young black boy dead again 

Fuck this, 'bout to blow the top off, let it rip 

No shade, new figures, new clip 

These niggas won't stick, try to put us in the chains 

I just bought a new wrist, I just bought a new whip 

Put the vision on the top, say we too hubris 

Tried to kick us out the block, I been on my new shit 

Man, we come if you ready or not 

Man, I'm with the squad, they got all the guap 

We don't ever see you at the spot, they just talk a lot 

Photos 

Ooh, woah (Ooh, yuh) 

They just like to talk a lot 

Ooh, woah (Yuh, damn) 

Yah! (Tell 'em we on the way) 

Nah, we need a big table in the party 

The big table, the one in the middle (Yah!) 

You already know what it is 

Tell Jordan I'm back in his city, no games 

Somebody get Azi on the phone with a loud pack 

Nah, nah, nah, I need the, I need the spaghetti from Olive Garden 

With the olive oil and the garilc 

With the motherfucking truffle fries with no cheese, nigga 

We rabid, what you thought it was? (Yah, ayy, yah!) 

Ayy, yah