Blas harder than the average she toppin' the billz..../Talkin' shit solid as "Rocs" ain't even coppin' "A mil"..../Fake catz they ain't able, for show like designer labels../They ain't real they come in digital like DSL cablez.../I'm rugged and hardcore past the Bones and Marrowz.../Surrendered quick, I ain't even have to tote the barrels../This chick ain't for the ballads, fuck the sonnets and carrols.../Watchin' out for stool pigeons keep the eyez on sparrowz../Only Midwest feel me when I point my arrows../ Takin' out all the bitches that's mo' "Chicken" than Harold'z.../All the drama that you carry ain't the reason you signed../Respect my Gangsta...Naw, nigga respect the RHYME...

Blas: These Niggas stay crooked like a quarter to nine.../ I shoulda declined, made it short and harder to find../I live for the grime, the grind, blank faces and cases.../Takin' no shorts, no losses on an everyday basis.../
Keep it in the air like them wide open spaces../Impatient run the groove when u chop the floor pacin'.../ Wastin'...important information, I'm sayin'....Where u gonna be when the music stop playin'??




*Sorry so short, I'm in class.....