He said he wud have a uk rapper on street disciple wiv a verse on thief theme heres my lyrics


It’s that time of year where niggaz turn to thieves
Packin two 22.s and twinz up in there sleeves
Smokin the reefer mixed with weed and old leaves
Wooly Nike hats to keep warm wiping mucus on sleeves
Coz as soon as the last people in the bank leave
We sticking up the place, having cops in disbelief
Time for the bank manager’s family to grieve
Show no remorse we show paper so you best believe
Back in grandmas basement counting the stolen g’s
We old g’s like Scarface rocking brand names
Old Cadillac’s like Pimps we rollin hot like flames
Never rehabilitated from the infamous crack game
Crime is my middle name, anticipating your girls head game
War games with empty 44.s hide behind doors and take aim
Practicing for the next day when we gonna be in papers, crime fame
Nas drawing like Billy the kid, whilst truly your is Jesse James
Iced out, Adidas clothes, shotgun, and the timberlands stay the same
Thief’s-wear, dead cops and clerks, to us it ain’t no shame
Me and Nas turning rap around ‘par’ like a golf game
This our theme, the pictures you paint us as thief’s we hold like frames

yo that shit is ill.
lets battle yo, test yo skillz

sum otha time homie

very nice i liked it alot cause u fell off in the middle afetr comin strong in the begining but then u came back at the ebd,hot verse

thanxs man, more feedback????????????