Sitting round bored
Real rap flows i know i was meant to see moe doe fashow, since the jump the go slanging them whole pies all night all blacked out outta sight but these bricks be so bright all white, got real day ones from day one, out here really ready to run, be the hottest motha fucka fresh to death but always stay strapping and backpacking sack after sack Qb with these bands came from the woods man the hop out boys with metal toys hanging on the block with the big boys like ludacris except shooting .45s ducking watching out for them drive bys kicking it at the hood bbq fist fights to slug bugs real thugs given real love,since them thuggish rughish bone bone bone, im fadded mane really lost up in my zone thoughts really leave ya mental blowen, im caLLING IT ZONED IN FOR THE TOUCHDOWN LOOK UP MANE BOUT TO TOUCH DOWN IN YOUR AREA CODE YOUR TOWN,name been knowen in diffrent zips, been taking making real fetti trips i really hits set asking who next up on deck, freestyling to even wild'n out nick cannon and um my plan landing, dipset after the win the upset, gotta jet im bigger fish in a small pond feeling like the last man left, see me when you see me fam play the block hot hot as fuck cant you see they see me but no need to see id when you seeing me been riding threw no id, kicking it your spot V.I.P, fashow a real gangsta and a ceterified gentalman momma raised dont think i cant really get you smoked dawg i really still smoke fam, breaded up on the low low i got the flow that got errrone moe doe fashow if ya dont know ya will tho,built up for this shit breed for it never switched took shit from none yall stayed down till we came up i was that little motha fucker on the block the look out watch running taking shit really out here running from these cops from the bottom to the top the whole west coast rap game damn right im aiming coming for errthang ya got give up your chain i really raised up with them real guys gorrilla type dudes acting real real rude, crude slick talking like oil and we gots the flows... doe doe doe.... watch if yall all ready dont know for them watch look out boys trynna watch and show, nah be no show a tell real thugs if we get locked we aint makig no bails jail got us feeling like we was living next thing closes to hell, dammmmn no mail, day dreaming boats and fast cars came from playing the block hoodstar by far been a star block none stop glocks cocked talk act up play bout my cash my flows my flows fashow tho gonna get moe doe weather this and or the next zip codes no matter what living life to the G code stoping acting up get smaked with the mac ninja like what
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