I been on that you bit off that weak mothafuckas put it in on CAPS.
I shit on tracks you sit on laps I put it down to the max nigga we do lapse.
Until the end her face she called rape top dolla raz ducking the case
We dont* lapse bitch she still want that old dick.
Tell her I'm getting married .
Realist mothafucka til the day I'm getting buried.
Don't compare me to them fuckas who be Eat a rapper*
of time this is miller time w/ a beer a rapper like its dinner time winter rhymes.
Cold shit y'all still on that old shit u be on Facebook Trynna fuck my old looking scary.
I flip the bird then I ball like Larry.
The bigger the plate the higher the stakes.
This is big pimpin like TD JAKES.
Life's a birch I'm fuckin



I'm on it!
Look open ya eyes bitch//
I'm everything u criticize//
Is Muslim is catholic//
Don't look em all in his//
If I was you I'd be scared I wouldn't lie//
This is chocolate thunder drop//
parasailing vanilla skies//
I mean//
If everybody's wanting to rap//
I should double back to the trap//
napsack full of snacks//
Double ducking the coppers choppers//
Cuz them coppers will pop ya for being black//
U laughing my nigga these are facts//
I guess//
The weed will lackadazy the stress//
That brown bottle will put a mink over my chest//
I digress//
I'm feeling nas in prime//
Undermind own kind//
Yet stay with prettiest dimes//
Should I stop//
Nah fuck it//
I'm caught in zone//
Damn love throw me a bone//
Let's head over to my house and do something so grown//
We can smoke we can drink i hope my parents ain't home//
I mean//
Ain't this the city of lights//
Where Everybodies ADHD//
Can't tell the wrong from the right//
You talking all these theories//
That's that shit I don't like//
All I need to know my love are we fucking tonight//
I'm kidding//
Sometimes you gotta laugh for the soul//
Angry niggas out here looking raspy and old//
I told Jin I would make this pop and go for the gold//
nigga go play with a mpc and leave me alone//
I'm On It//



Jin, should I hit em or not? Let me not...EHHH F*CK IT, I GOT WARRANTS
move as if
Cochran was rockin in my corner. Pugilist:
calm but once the cadence drop on em, theyre like "Yo wtf is Ray Lewis doin in Pop Warner?!"
I'm with a lady profilin, holdin' the top tournament belt.
Put a notch on it, mademoiselle.
Recording angry as hell.
Really, it's not you it's me, I'm mostly mad at myself.
But check it out, I got
fly chicks singin my hooks.
She serenade me in the shower, sound like Patti LaBelle.
My bad, don't mean to shatter your will.
I put my team on the map & all I need is my pen, my pad, and my L-
Y-R-I-C-S. Yes: my slick syllables cast spells
If we're A-alikes let's build.
If you're the hater type, just chill.
Keep it funky like George.
Anyone:
Jefferson
Clinton
Benson.
I'm on.