just some sh** I wrote
Have a smack in the face, for baggin sacks of that shake
if the kid splits and twist spliffs, its fat and its laced
Ill stab the track with a stake, your rap is wack and its fake
I find my rhymes shine like platinum plaques in the case/4
The sun of man begun the plan, To change the game and run the land
Underhand one hundred grand, he wraps these stacks in rubber bands
Puff a gram to understand, why should I become a man
Ill die refined while tryin to find, my time to shine in wonderland /8
Scrawl brands that yall cant, Spit hot enough to scald hands
Appease disease with ease, see these streets of freaks dissolve grams
Addicted to drugs, I luv this fix and a buzz
because im always in the streets, like f*** in cigarette butts/12
rappin back in the game, to clap a cap in your brain
Its it when I click, clack grasp it and aim
The rap I craft is in sane, your lame the fact will remain
Slut my stuffs the cut, like bags you package and slang/16