-Off Mental-
 

I left shells on ya front lawn, shots from the guage/
A nigga talk to much shit he get shots in his face/
shots in his face,a leave the nigga droped/
nigga feel the steam from the glock/
sixteen that I poped/and I'm raps newest prodigy/
ain't no one as hot me/can't fuck wit the kid/
fuck wit the kid/get shit tucked in ya ribs/
an if you want it gutter-gutter I ca torture your kids/
It's a problem, cause half these rappers is fake/
each one claimmin that they great/
they ain't never pushed weight/
and it's funny they be swearin they street/
Same flow, same song, just a change in the beat...

its was real simple... try throwing some vocab in there.. OoNnEe

i thought it was tight

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It defenitley needs some vocab:::::::

The ideas were hot though...you should try improving this piece with some better vocab, and drop it, i'd like to see an elevated open mic on this::::::::::::::