Yo can catch me on the block watchin weed get sold
To G’z, weaks, freaks and hoes
I don’t do it…but I need my smoke
So you know im weeded, breathing O’z
Its nothing im something like sixty nine seasons old
Fucking right you can find me…breaching zones
Crushing micz, rhyming fire, feeling cold…
Dusting ice off a freezing flow
You feel it……………………….No?
Like numb slugs from a feature chrome greeting domes off weakened foes
Young thugs im eating whole!!
Fuck beef…the teeths piercing bones, thru gristle
A missile from the pistol leaves grieving homes
Lyrics is locked!! But they say im needing flow??
Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!
A boss in beast mode makin shits seem easy tho im bleeding poems;
Releasing received strain to the brain
Revealing pain, obtained mental beatings
From people unnamed…remained aftermath…
Its evident im seeking sane!!!!!
Im too young…I don’t fucking need this mayn!
So I holla at my brutha from anutha mutha pass the dutch
Ribs touchin so clips bussing tho u know im fat as fuck
Who called him fatty……………………………….what??
Get gun butted, nutted im cutting thru and up…
Leave em lookin like a pussy pushin no longer pregnant prostitute slut
The surgeon serving em caesareans and sum im severally severely severing in half!
Signatured, im signing em off…………….
Satan take em…sincerely the boss………….
For real what the fuck was they thinking saying they want a part of me?
Some joke-ish, do em muhfukaz like moses and part they seaz/sees…
Expose the path to the core, lyrics is exploding that fa sure
Adore mine and elevate yours…
While im listening to his, tryna elevate more
Shit he’s on some dope-ish again
Spittin fire at dudes hoping to reign
But he’s openly going insane
Breathing weed;
He’s pleading please ease and stop provoking the pain
Naah
He’s healing, heading advice
Suicide vibes subsided but he stay bleeding; wielding knives
fuck outta here, niggaz closing my shit cuz its too short lol