Champ of the ring Dead president face paint All black with A bat like Sting Cause its no games When I flow man These Hollywood Hogans Are program for the grand slam They want a batter Not a broken ladder Stars in my gang Has mass appeal So it really don't matter Who's up first?
Let it be me I swear I'm the worst My attitude is perverse Life's a pool of sin & i dove head first My life's a book Every chapter is a verse Down to earth Like a pair of converse When I converse So knod ya head When you hear Kon verse Bad vibes disperse On a Fwego.
Beat is where you heard it first So now Im back up on my bullshit When i was smoking on Big L's Waking up to a Full Clip My niggas gon feel this I suffered so I can return Harder & smarter Dropping bombs like pearl harbor & sharper with more cuts Than your barber...shit
Save the best for last Your future is my past Now I'm tryna master my craft (Kraft) & if that sound cheesy then There's nothing like this Ruff Draft Take it back , take it back When we wore wave caps On Fl studio demo So we couldn't save that Wait let me rephrase that We did beats all in one shot Not alot of time on the clock But we made that one shot When I shared my room With the rats & roaches I struggled than
So who knows what else I'll be approaching We all players in this Slum village & never need coaching Rappers living in a glass house & its stones they throwing Always boasting bout clothing Rapper or model ? Are you flowing or posing? & if the shoe fits then Fuck lets go bowling Cause the pen's/pins Can't fuck with me when I get the ball rolling Jay DeeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
