Random Raps

Bad boy record like my first was biggie

I would tell you about my past but that would be silly

From the streets to the sheets like she working for that milli 

Walked so much like a black kid from the 1950’s

So travel through time to meet your demise, it’s wise to check the rhyme before you criticize it

Never liked you niggas, I grow up just to hit em

I’m going full psycho, everyone’s my fucking victim

Snitches get stitches then dig they own ditches

100 dollar bill boys but we never fold we just make sense

Everything premium never basic

Truth be spittin, so much you couldn’t face it

Money runs the world so I forever chase it

Heart cold as ice like I was Kuai Liang, in the drop top screaming “Money ain’t a thang!”