My Verse on my new song "These Streets (Pick ups to Stick ups)


One slip up, get picked up, turned upside down
Head hits the ground, weight drops out in pounds
Sound of glocks got me scared, bullets whistle through my hair
...............unarmed, call the cops..........but they don't care
A blank stare...............froze my face like Sub-Zero
Contemplating whether or not to be my own hero
............................stereotypical of a white Negro
............................(I couldn't agree more people)
The man at the corner block told me i had all the stock
Didn't tell me those cocks...was jacked up on coke and rock
So i flip to rehearsal, burn the game like Michael Turner
Yearned for an afterburner, flagrant word murder
Step to him, disrespect him, kicked his chest in
2 right hooks leave him pondering a question
"What happened to the plan? I’m face first in the sand.
Can't figure out why I’m missing a couple grand.
There's blood in my hand, I still can't understand, fool let me stand,
Solve the problem while I go looking across the land."
So the genius tunneled……….funneled his way through the streets
But I tagged along the beat, traveled back, knocked out his teeth
Brand new beef between him and me, I burn a chronic leaf
In wake of his defeat, I’ll 2 step and shoot him with his own heat
……………And walk back to the street






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