dunno y i rote ths


yo im on da mic, givin u sum sik shit dat aint a recite, i fite 12hours a day 12hours a nite jus to stay alive i thrive to make ths shit n be alive when it all becomes hits, i flirt wit chiks flik dere clit.u want beef ill beat u if im drunk n high on weed, smokin trees gettin in trouble wit da po-leece, thy r fierce but ill leave n wit dere chest peirced. wit bullet. thre pussy, thy cus me , behind ma bak but to ma face. thy wont say shit n thy race to get away but ma pace leaves thm lookin slow n gay. ill cook em n serve em on a silver tray all da hoes i play n pimp its simp-ly impossible to beat me im not ur average three piece im ur leather sweet, u gettin treats. while i rok ma beats im a rhyma frm ma hed to ma feets. n we all no ur lyrics is dope cos u rite em n cheat. step in heat wen u walk ma street u gunna get beats. we gunna leave u redder thn raw meet

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