yea im bak

yea my brains runnin, eyes heavy, this guys ready,
lines im slang cunnin, i fly steady, supply ev'ry/
thing u need, want, and heard about, whether word of mouth,
yea i got birds in route, but im talkn' bout verbal shouts/
ima complete spitta, and im far from a rapper,
and my whole squad holdn, u dont bother w/ clappers/
im justa hustla w/ skills, nuthin for real,
but trust me im real, 38 jeans tuckn the steel/
rhymes i bust from my grill, aint only kause im tryna be touchn a mill,
honestly i just wanna spit, im lustin a deal/
but its past me wantin' , mufuka i deserve one,
the way im words slung, nouns got the verbs hung/
what i do w/ constants and vowel, i promise they wild,
i bomb shit so foul, til im in yo deck and u bumpn it loud/
thru the airwaves my poetry swim, fitted neva low w/ the brim,
holla bak in a sec, u kno im smokn again/

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that says enuff