ok this is just part of a song im working on for my new mixtape.
(hook)
its just another side of the real me....
still g, still roll in a mobb deep like I was prodigy...
its just another side of the real me...
still keep the heat right where I sleep, ya feel me....
(Verse One)
Canada, Ontario thats where I make my living...
Banging in ya stereo but its scary though...
even in October there is no thanks giving...
ranks giving and taking earning ya spot in the street...
constantly looking for someone to spot you a g....
just so you can get lifted to a happier time...
like being up on stage straight rapping your rhymes...
no clapping your 9s sounds flutter threw the street....
but im still gutter enough to fuck ya motha to dis beat...
im not new to this, i stay true to this...
been banging dat piff since I came out the uterus...
your clueless trick, now listen to my music...
(HOOK)
(verse two)
I got shottys to protect my gz, please....
shit'll leave ya body all lumpy like cottage cheese...
and fuck a fed we are some mobsters...
my dude'll put the noodle to ya head like pasta...
leave it red like lobster...
no dreds but like a rostah, we cops alots of herb...
drop the illest shit you ever heard...
clever words is all im speaking while im skeet skeetin'...
on ya freak all weekend in the back of a jeep...
and I still keep the heat crack stashed in the seat...
passed the police they didnt even glance at me...
enhancing the street one suburb at a time...
take these works on mine, standin' on a curb aint worth dyin'....
(hook)