Connect rhymes with direct lines got grammar books just
To hammer hooks in songs glamour shook domes of dust
This affair bright and blank like airtight tanks my flows blend
As nothing goes in or come out strong like rum no doubt end
Up drinking a cup and thinking corrupt dew rags flout in the wind
Got dismissed from my true job ready to twist new doorknobs
Lap situations with applications for work and burger King is involved
This’ll murder my bling and starve my pocket of cash like a mob
The hood histories has good theories like be ready to run when a gun
Is pulled may live to see another day that’s what mother say no fun