verse 1
Now I've got to ask, on a bredwin, tell me will they blast me?
Now i'm thinking of a name in case these Cat's ask me
Now, it's gettin crazy after dark, these FEDS
be tryin to shut me down but I'm too shart
Now picture this i'm scared of the penitentiary
I've been movin these keys since the days of elementary
Now know ive got what u want when u c me
I'm stackin G's, buyin all the things i see on TV, believe me
I got some madmen on my payroll, and they know
When it's time to handle business, son lay low
Although I'm young, I'm still comin up
I'm gettin paid, pullin razors when they try n rush me
The first to pull a strap when there's a scrap motherfucker you heard?
I've been slicin motherfuckers since I lost my daddy
Fuck a fed because There ain't a cop that can stop me
My posse is South Click, and they don't quit until they drop someone

Verse 2
My mama thinks I'm crazy cause I'm all about the ghetto
I can't get my life together but I'm on my last chance
And the hood is all I know, keep a watch over my block
jump of the curb and serve a smoker a rock
And I'm hot like grease n so my crew
And I'm steady catchin static, move this shit to the alley
Out in south we kill for abit of soil
Mix the coke with bakin soda and wait for the water 2 boil
OH NO can't just anybody hang with us
Cause snitches n bitches and they ain't loyal 2 my crew
My homies feel my pain, when sunshine turns to rain
You know these little cats came to fuck the game up
And it's a shame I see the hate in there eyes
When they yellin tellin me they gonna get me its no surprise

verse 3
look just because you ainnt ever heard of me
be the exception, the epitome of adaption
The decaying surroundings, young thugs n fiends
enemies in my family extortin schemin and scammin on me (pop pop)
I like loose rollin, I'm smoking until the high grade hits me
I'm badder than bruised, and madder havin to choose
Because if i die tonight id have 1 question?, who be fillin my shoes?
Because im one of the crew untill the day i die so u know im ready 2 ride
But panic when I be smooth, I'm manic but I'm no fool
Y'all rappin I'm talkin cool, and Columbine is not cool
In south they shoot up manz left right n centre
Because if its war i might roll up 2 ur ride open doors n hold up ur bitch
Cock the shotty they cruise through, n shoot him in his face
Tell his family that dudes left blood
Started scrapping when manz was strapped n he wasnt
So if you feel me you know when they try to kill me they slow
I seen from 'round the corner with mirrors and creeped up on 'em

it'z cool & evathang but u need a lil elevation in certain areas of ur rhymes ight but overall it'z str8 don't forget 2 return the favor ight

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Yeah man like ^^ he said


You need to elevate in some points man, but keep on dropping, fam.

Flowed nice.


Vocab needed. Elevate on using imaginary. werd peace, and emotion.

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