A short story Freestyle
I'ma tell ya a story comin' straight from tha real,
I used to deal wit' cold killas no face, no heel, Slangin' crack to custy's, otha niggas quick to rush me, Cops got gully leavin' my niggas all bloody, 21st & Cal is where it went down, I sold sac by sac but might as well been pounds, 'Cuz I made mad loot sellin' death to bums, Twenty minutes come I hit em wit' anotha one, Workin' on beats, writin' on rhymes, And at tha same time servin' drug dishes to anotha mind, Thirty in my crew, mad L's and brew, A Night Ryda than, but now I'm just truth, Manny turned to Knaledg1 in a short frame, But fuck tha fame I just care bout my name, Just read between tha lines and y'all undastand my brain. One. http://community.rapverse.com/newth...newthread&f=400 |
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