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Rhyme Experiment
I ain't gone stop what I do just 'cuz a nigga say so-
I'm a grown ass man with no plans on a pay roll- All this pressure I take shape my life like play dough- I got mad bills to pay..but I make time to play, though- Tryna up my Pesos..I'm not fake I face foes- In my face they so fake..so I break they face, yo- I'm sick of this slow pace..everyday the same 'ole- Tryna pay my own way..but I stay in the same hole- And these hoes are so lame..tryna drag my name low- But it takes two to tango..so I know where the blame go- In the game for the fame..so, imma watch their shame grow- I shine like a Saint glow..sack sons like they Anglo- Kids played like gold chains..they act like they ain't know- Niggas sweet like Mango..more color than a rainbow- I spit they need raincoats..they spit I say "change flow"- They reek like a stank hoe..more wins to take home- Like a Benz I roll bank..so rich I can fake broke- I'm rippin' the whole way..I'm the shit nigga case closed- |
Now how is this gonna get slept on?
damn...kids, stop dat shit uppin |
Damn that was a tight open mic i managed to rap to that from the beat dont get it twisted from the thug life album props dawg STOP SLEEPIN YALL
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def some hott shyt i was feelin it bit time keep it comin good open mic drop........................
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shit was fire keep it cummin str8 gangsta shit keep it gutta & continue 2 sticc all dat thug shit in ur verses
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