Yo this is a collab between two philly cats

3rd degree 21 and IceMan187

This is how shit goes down in Philly:

Yo keep them gloves on when u loadin up that biscuit/
so when you pop you wont be down in district/
keep a full clip if they play wit ya bread/
imma philly on the strip till im dead/
and yall know i cant compare yall to niggas i rap wit/
cause i flop yall the niggas im back wit/
you know pounds is movin/ got my cash up so my rounds improvin/
went from a 2 to 4 to 8/ i spit the 2 from 4 to 8/
The 215 is where i stay/
from king to lincoln HS is where them glocks play/
on my block is where them glocks spray/
got cash.. my wrist chilly/
plus im representin philly/
to fuck wit us u need to get ya food up... ya cake and ya bread/
u can be dead in the lake wit shots through the head/
im hot in the bed so bitches stay on my line/
but i play wit the 9 since i was 9/
As soon as i wake up.. im grindin the cake up/
rhymin.. shinin tryin to get that cake up/
yall need to wake up and quit sleepin on illadel/
we got AO, AI and we ill as hell/
spit flames on corners from 22nd to Limkel Pike/
Might be young but our rhymes still tight/
im out till next time its 3rdegree flames/
scream at me dogg cause i make 3rDegree change/

yo shit is nice ,do you , im feelin it

^ you need to leave better feedback

And You should have just posted it all in one post.

But this wasnt too bad...structure could use some work though, some of your lines were stretched out a bit, just watch for that, should try to keep them around the same length so its structured good and so it helps the flow out in your pieces...also try adding some multies to this to make it better....try to up your vocab some too...but keep at it.

other feed back?

yo on the block slingin the rocks man/
moma said he'll learn when he leave in the coroner van/
i still never gave a damn/
i cared more about my grams/
sellin the caine to make a name/
spent too much time sufferiing through pain/
switched from drugs to the rap game/
its philly life/
where you can do nothin but hold ya cross tight/
hopin that ya dont end up in a lost life/
dont ever lose ya determination cus your nothin wit out/
rape game witnessed a drought till my single came out/
i watered the flower made rap sprout/
spitttin fire wit out a doubt/
and no delay/
picked up a mic and put the mac away/
this philly life will make you not wanna live today/
but i lived to say, street life is rough, and i dun made it through the worst/
seen mothers cryin and my boys in the hearse/
rode on them cowards, let hot lead disperse/
revoked all the hatrid and put it into my verse/
philly life, beleive me man that shit hurts!/

NORTH PHILLY BOI!!!