you aint really got what it takes...
to rock with a great...
who's quick to put them black marks to your face...
and if you thinking he's bigger...
listen to me nigga...
I toss 8-balls to the side like a flea flicker...
its all lateral...passes and dishes...
a damn mathematition for running back with the big ends...
and if you come up short...
I'll have them...bring out the chains- saw half of your shit in...
it aint a game...feel this...
or get a price on your back like ya name Peerless...
all of my stain steelers...
know how to break chalk...
and move it for about..10 a line -even before the rain starts...
I'm bout that money like Drew Rousenhous...
if I hold a pound nigga you hold an ounce...
when the 9 out... a killa is real bro...
so stick ya hands up like i'm kicking a feild goal...
willing to feel those hits to the front...
keep the steel to your gums like you licking a dildo...
itching to pop one...
but me...I'm like Joe Montana...
I stick to the shotgun...
it'll get you astounded...
how clips have you taking a down...
-from intentional grounding...
