your rhymes may be platinum mines stay gutter
flow like i throw butter on your sis'es pussy before i fuck
am ex-treme cuz this life i lead
is surrounded by killers and drug dealers high on weed
i got a never ending hunger to top
middle fingah to haters muthafuck you till i drop
and even when am dead best belive am hugher than the rest in heavens
immortal living carefree with 27 virgins no issue with faith but i do belive in
rhyme for reason the same reason half of the insignians critised so metal felt ike bullets me in the season of breezing
you can't be streets cuz
what you do can get caught when inspected
am never konvicted they never come for me cuz they knoe 12 gauges 12 shots is the only thing expected
i dont backfire ? i'll jump drop back and crack your back bone like a flyer and walk back to my emire rhymer for reason bitch your dirty get yourself a new attire
