/FREESTYLE SESSION STARTS AT 26:11/

[Intro]
Sway: Griselda Records Takeover, uh, Sway In The Morning, Shade 45. Home of the real MC, home of the true MC. You ready family?
Rick Hyde: I’m always ready, fam
Sway: Say your name, man
Rick Hyde: It’s Ricky. Aye
Conway: You got something?

[Verse 1: Rick Hyde]
Looking like the Sabres with the sticks on us
Hoping no one out there in the circle ever switch on us
Bruce Jenner, he turned bitch on us
You got to check if n***as riding like the Lyft coming
I’m in the kitchen sitting patient like a brick coming
Fresh ten grams and it only cost me 600
I should hit these shits with six on them
The profit from it six dozen, if they catch me with it then it’s six summers
Six nine, I just flip numbers
VaporMax [?] runners. bet you nann n***a taking shit from us
The fiends flocking like it’s knicks pumping, swear to God, it’s [?] something
They’re moving to the base like they’re fist pumping
You talk like it, but you wasn’t there
The way we put the one on top of one and killed the people, it just wasn’t fair
Looking like I sold a hundred squares
If I told you what I saw and how it happened, that’s a hundred years
It’s one table and a hundred chairs
Everybody want a share, they rather elevate it than to run the stairs
I’m that guy
A couple pounds I could handshake, I let the pack fly
My diamonds, [?], that means the racks high
My diamonds dipping in the water like they’re baptized
I flip it in the water like it capsized
This batch fire, [?] leather loads of this black fives
This black nine the only thing that matter to these black lives
[Interlude 1]
Sway: Ricky, Ricky, Griselda

[Verse 2: Conway]
The 13 gauge down my pants got me walking funny
Open laundromats in the hood just to wash the money
I don’t do no back and forths, my gun is talking for me
But I stay with a young n***a to spark it for me
He ain’t gonna let a n***a touch me, he gon’ off you for me
Spray the stick and he empty the whole cartridge for me
Getting these checks man, this shit happen too often for me
Matter of fact, I ain’t even spend none of Marshall money
I have yet to spend a Shady dollar
Uh, fur on the collar, leather navy bomber
Crazy drama but don’t hesitate to spray the llama
Baby mama don’t wear the shit if it ain’t designer
Ha, my bank account, the shit is crazy commas
Bitch in my Wraith get out it, no it ain’t Rhianna
Scrape the pot and make sure I get all the yayo out it
Yeah, that’s why I’m draped in products making bank deposits
I’m nice with my hands, we can shake
These n***as live on the Gram, but their bands don’t equate
I know a n***a that was solid, he landed up state
For shooting back at the opps and hit his man by mistake, woah
I’m a legend, this shit is stamped, I’m a great
I was in the fiend kitchen, 200 grams on a plate
I’m bagging the shit while it’s still damp, I don’t wait
I told you it’s getting spooky, n***a, Camp Crystal Lake, ah
You already know that I’m popping my nina
Drop my project, now these rappers can’t stay out of the ringer
It’s like 20 racks of Louis, shit, I got in the cleaners
Soon as the shots get out of [?] in a Beamer
You n***as not in my league, you’re getting bodied by singers
When n***as got out of pocket, you did not lift a finger
You want to battle Machine, you know the chop, I’ma bring it
Everybody dropping an album, but my project is meaner
Motherfucker
[Interlude 2]
Sway: Oh! The Machine! The Machine! Where the Butcher at? Here we go, Sway In The Morning
Benny: You ready?
Sway: I’m ready
Benny: Griselda in this bitch. The Butcher coming, n***a! What Would Chinegun Do. Yo, yo, look. Aye look

[Verse 3: Benny]
Name one other rapper that’s going this hard still
With enough guns for a war with the cartel
They mimic what they saw, y’all n***as just talk well
I put a brick on the strip and made it do cartwheels
Sold every drug in the city and then blew up
Like I just ate the same spaghetti that Em threw up
BSF, you need a thousand bullet to 10-2 us
Bag for my bitch they only make in Europe
On a stove, a perfectionist, wasn’t gold but I leveraged it
That blue steel on me felt colder than Edmonton
So many blocks stacked, I could build a school
Walked in with my re-up, felt the building move
My n***as [?] millionaires, you only chill with goons
[?] then I felt the building move
Goddamn

[Outro 1]
Sway: The Butcher! The Butcher!
Griselda in here, ladies and gentlemen
Griselda in here
/SKIP TO 31:19 for RICK HYDE’S SECOND FREESTYLE/

[Verse 4: Rick Hyde]
My mind state is Kobe Bryant’s in ‘98
For diamond pavés, then I’m increasing the crime rate
Imagine waking up daily and it’s a blind fate
‘Cause you don’t know if death is about to meet you like a blind date
I know n***as that leave you bloody like you nine tre
Hard day, I’m serving the grizzlies like an entrée
It was [?] 15 when we all ate
Boy I swear the 80 dollar bundles went a long way
I’ve seen my mother stressed out like a long day
Not knowing she dying ‘cause her chemo went the wrong way
I can’t explain it like a long
She kept going, “Ooh child, things will get easier” like the song say
Now I’m back like Pac after the headshot
The lead pop, have you clutching chest like you’re Red Foxx
Red tops, we on every corner like a red box
Got to keep it simple ‘cause they’re talking ‘bout a fed watch
Every time I rap, it’s four figures like the leg lock
I swear these other n***as ‘bout as deadly as a leg shot
I put the 20s and the 50s in a bread box
They love you when you’re up, but you’re nothing soon as your bread stop
Throughout my 20/20 vision, all I see is dollars
It’s Ricky runoff sentence for ya, I need the commas
It cost me [?] the verdict for the [?]
Long as I can pick it up in Boston like I see a pirate
The flip phone get a G an hour
Shit, we needed ours, I’d rather be convicted ‘fore I be devoured
Twenty-four straight hours of jack power
How you think they gon’ respect you if you lack power
I’m Marcus Garvey in a black Prada
That I got off drug money, they questioned it like a black scholar
You don’t know nothing like a yes man
The tec spraying, you’re used to talking losses, you’re a Jets fan
Think my brother getting married, I’m the best man
Soprano n***as destined, fuck what all the rest saying

[Outro]
Sway: Ricky! Ricky!