i dont know who this cat is but this beat is contagious, so outrages. make this mine with my nine, i wont be kind put ya in a bind that you cant get out from, dont play dumb son im the one with sick flows, token on dro bitches on flo like they heard gun shots, i never get caught i got this on lock blowin, stock like the zeros are infinite, money spent, makin the rent haha
busy bean i be the king of b-more yes, and sittin in my bankroll is about a bill-i-on, pockets on a hundred swagga on a mill-i-on, and you know my ego bout on a trill-i-on, we hit u wit cory gunz is u bout a mille then
Everybody on the ground When my flow come 2 yo town Like the temperature when u spit, yes it's going down U rate the comments thumbs up Watch this as it comes up The first one 2 get knocked out is the first 1who runs up I mess with yo psychology Then kill yo biology Then I bury u. Bet they don't find yo archeology Literature's what I spit Mathematics is what u get That means that u will never understand my shit U look over yo shoulder I hit u like a boulder Sorry every1, but this rap is over
git down on the ground, its the king without crown, dishin out all the pounds, got clips and the rounds , so if u aint my buddy, ill split u like a dutchie, then ill light u up like a mary jane nugget, eyes look like im gooked, paul pierce on the mic ,ye i spit the truth, chilin wit my crew, twistinn up a few, when the groupies see us they (git down on the ground) i dont trust these clowns, ima rob em like the town, ima fuck em up and bounce, then ill light a blunt and lounge
