I just keep catchin beef here...so...
 

Everything's cool, cept ya'll's tempers...
Actin like flamethrowers heatin September.
Dumbass kids with no respect...
Upset cuz in life, I'm the true vet.
Marked my place without needin help...
While ya'lls played with toys from off ya shelf.
And you think that would buy me just a hint of props...
The fact I saw rap born, but all I get is chops.
From little punk bandits tryin ta steal my esteem...
Hidin behind screens while tryin ta act mean.
But nothing they say even slightly hurts me...
Cuz what I have is real and deep like the sea.
What have you got? Homework and fuckin zits?
16 with an album? Only ya folk's will get rich.
If it even sells, but I bet ya land in the 'marked down bin'...
Cuz ya kids are a dime a dozen, now does that sink in?

In All Honesty, This Was Garbage . . . No Hard Hitting Punches



LMAO!



My folks don't get a one dollar out of me unless I offer it .

& You're Wrong , 16 2 Albums Out And Three In The Works .

i liked it..short an simple but had a good rhyme it was iight peace

Sure, Jae...

Sure.

Gary Coleman up in here.

You know ya gonna have to sue em ta get anything, kid.

No offence, BUT, I couldn't really see what you were tryin to do..........
I've seen some of ur other stuff and this doesn't even look like you wrote it..............
Sorry dawg


PEACE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

Just keyin thoughts, Pre Tense...

Just keyin thoughts.