yeah its all good when got evryfin and ur able,
gettin good rhymes and labels
right when somfin hit the fan, man ur done for this shit is canned
then ur sittin at stage 1 when u get gun and shoot u and ur mom

yeah evryfins good when u got mo' money and mo' wood
to keep the fire burnin but u start to get old and ur life is turnin
people say that aint my concernin
this guys dieing shit u aint got any weed 2 byin
man ya lyin now lets get of the serious shit
and get on some rhymes that aint missfits
start ur rhymes with a brand new kit
but all u can say u cant rap man he is shit

small rap but i cant be bothered writin anyfin else