Yoo… yooooo this fucken like a freestyle
Written to make it rhymes in style
While walkin a mile to make it undial
Ma suite and smoke a dube for a while
Look at this, my shit that i say…
My time has come to make it thunder
And make it wounder at how many thunder
In the air while trees are falling just under
A bridge that was cease to make it summer
All day and night while it still thunder crumbling
Like the troubling like i’ve been woundering
how many morning left for ma resurrecting
of ma body that been sold to the devil
i’m not a rebel i just sell a bunch of bells
that’s was well been for hidden tells
I dont know how many more for sell
links are comming