Before I start, rest in peace d al
With that said take a shit on these cows
I used to sail white, play the race car
Now I ball rap about it, call this shit sports bar
Going hard,... over time
Loaded... fold you up, futon
... from the sun, I'm that high
Counting ones, make a lot of bread like the pro sun
Better slow it up, we fliest you know
I'm the one who know, flow cold free yo
Take a number 2, shit on all ya
I'm here to clean the game, you seen the lights on
Most talk raw how they flip for a profit
No rap gods, they all false prophets
Stop it, your brakes ain't broke
Therefore your career can come to a hold
Like a top that a chick wear, really don't care
You get beat like a snail
Flavor in your ear, flow ugly... riding that trap
You hit a lot of dears in the process
You don't... rap, I be in your area
Probability, 12 to 1 not fair to ya
I handle ya
... with the verbal gun, my boss tight
Virgin none
Jag some mike in a hurry
They killed the shit, car...
Sorry but life's not a game no
I bag a lot of cheese call me just the cheeto
Free throws know I'm taking easy shots
Balling ain't nothing when you practice a lot
And y'all want some top
Little mama was good
I tell her like this, get the... says bad luck
She knocking on wood
So hood, swag's on live
If y'all the best living, nobody alive
... I'm so sick... got a bad chick
Nicknamed her lassie
Flashy, see me I'm shining
Blow your brains out, leave you absent minded
The name to me timeless, so you can call me butter
The... street like a god damn clocker
Word to your mother, I'm here for dum rap put her on the track
Sell cats plus some stacks how about that
Clock gas get you...
I mean that shit from the bottom of my heart
Working too hard I'm in the front row's apart
Who got boss, tell them that guy
Enjoy these mixtapes, time flies
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
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