An introduction to the man known as: Mistah Tate
Alabama is what i'm reppin You neva see me half-steppin If i'm broke im on the grind I stash the weed so its hard to find Niggas muggin so i copped a nine Thoughts of murder runnin through my mind Waitin for a bitch to step outta line I'll kill that hoe and do my time I'm on that green cuz it calms me down Only high when the homies around Paranoid nigga i trust no one, love no one, i live by the gun Every I go I got my crew They got my back I got theres too So fuck them rules yall dont run me Fuck you wallace* i aint tuckin my tee If you gotta weapon then please let me see Didnt think so, so get back from me Just let me handle by biz and do my work Fa i check you out like a cashier clerk Niggas is hatin cuz i'm out they sight Stop runnin that noise and get yo money right BITCH *wallace is the principle at my high school simple lil verse, gimme some feed |
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