The forecast not looking to good this week,
and it's real funny, how real sunnys what ya weather man speaks.
I'm flooding the streets, call it the great white river,
fiends need coke and until the day they go broke, I'ma deliver.
and don't say money don't say shit cause when I introduce you to the pavement you gone have to pay for ya face lift.
tap my keyboard, but no way you can trace this, even if you tap backspace and erase this, you still gone taste this shit
I'll have you mama shooting up with paper clips running around with fake tits, screaming somebody rape this, duplicate, copy, paste, print and date this, but could neva recreate it
put it in the history books and then sell it to egypt, 100 years later they read while worshiping cause you tell em' its from jesus
I don't believe this, the way we get cought up in the act,
why ask why when you ain't trying to hear that?
It's all bullshit and we live it everyday, the reason dell came up with a monitor's so you can read what I say
my motherfucking word play tip top and on point, high like a rollercoaster ride break up and devide for the joint
or the blunt whatever you want, shit I'll smoke the stem and the stump if it make me crump.
let me ask you did you blink, na just fucking, but fo real peeps
what you think?