i aint the best i put myself down real quick,
im here ta confess that my sound is sick/
a round of six, i'll knock ya out in # one,
one punch two punch and then your done,
we play around n do this fo fun, you got the gun/
fists come wit the diss, like a snakes comes the hiss/
ya comin to a complete stop emergency brake,
makin judges like a jury would make, ya heard ta be fake/
cant handle the plate, overflowin wit every word,
that was meant ta neva be heard, this is obsurd/
the lifestyle some of us live, life's a bet make the bid/
every since i was a kid, i hoped of displayin my gift,
no fancy cars chromed rims or handlin whips/
just love fo the game, started at 13,
with a dream, started with a team/
but we went our seperate ways,
thought bout a track fo days n days, see patiences pays/
but anyway I dont care what ya'll think of this track,
doin this fo fun love and outstandin comeback/
volume 1 of a mixtape was a wacked out verse,
this one coulda turned out a whole lot worse/
so critisize these lines all ya want, til next time yo i'm done......
say what ya want.......
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