Run and gun was always fun
you had to make it last you were the first to blast
coming up in the ghetto
you would settle for less
never were the best
till it came to test
You had to let off stress
but that came out in shoots in the night
never had to fight
for your rights
like me and my boys

Out in the jugles and desert
napalm blowing in the wind
didn't know where to begin
all you know if to survive you must not die
and the way to do that is to try
and kill the man before he kills you


This is an idea of a song tell me what I can do to make my shit flow better....

rip it up, throw it in the trash and start over.. lol.. it flowed good, it was just really weak lyrics.. work on word-play, vocab, meta's... hell just elevate

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