Wrote & Recorded this song after a huge rumble. sh*** is real.. That night was so sick. Literally.
I recorded, mixed, chopped and screwed all that you hear. Beats were found on mp3.com & soundclick.com's from UG producers.
Lyrics
Grill a man, then talk about str8 fade, 8 deep didn't even bring the clique, in your grill now the shit changed. You on the ground bleeding out the your mouth now what maen.
Yo, you know like I know when I write I write bitter, but he knows and I know he won't hit him. Logged out, Copped out str8 bitch - I'm sorry I'm sorry - surrounded his ass. Damn - I could see the situation from afar as bad one, crunk motherfuckers run they mouth - victim needs cruches wish he had 1. You lucky we didn't spray you kid but god damn.
It's like I'm addicted to this rap - just gimme one more line, Lose yourself get slapped - bring it back 1 more time.
Word is suckas plan on heating me down - he said she said anyone who yaps could get it str8 to the head; cause I know the kids is soft; we take your blunt and walk brag about ya raps but all you do is talk.
Man - I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do - we just can't sign you. I'm just waiting to blow up off this shit, my mans - he's got the connects, I got the flows the raps, you know.
Damn, it's like go ahead and play stunt get your dome split, realize when you recognize who you get rude with, yeah wv, holla at me girl.
Show me who you came with so we could fake him out, girl me and you we going to dip and dog you could catch us on the couch. I might have to get rude with it, lose my cool, let lose the 2, show you how I just do it. Hit it up, beat it up she told me on the dl - I said we chillin' girl blaze this and chill.
Wv, who he be - bust that, gimme that, My dreams, somesay are far fetched, but they girls sweat me and my ambition can faze that.
So get your key of coke, the bud you claim to smoke - the deuce duece that times 2, 5, to the power of 6 cause these bitches can't beat me 1 on 1 wasn't suprised to see a clique - bitch go ahead and run.
