Posted on February 17, 2010.
My words are good???? Hopped in the ring with Vic **** so sick.
Crusin police car, but all my crimes legit
Ghost ride the whip, no, ghost ride my dick.
I went to the hood just yelling at a *****.
**** You hoe, I'll take all the species you.
With a double shotty loaded, ready to explode.
**** A prostitute, I get a lot of ***.
because I got money and a whole lotta class.
Wrap a foam fire this column ***.
Clinging to my **** like you hooked on phonics.
This is not ironic, it's just authenticity.
Because thizzin is not nothing compared to this feelin.
I had the money to spend and I'm only eighteen.
When I jump on my lap and take the stage.
I'd do anything to get noticed and appreciated.
As I get on the track, it is time to concentrate.
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
And a gun on my waist, Slayer cat For I
My cock my rifle, 20 bullets in the clip.
And the rooms will bust when I paste it into your mouth.
So Fly and confident like a real pimp.
If you are in my team, so expect a dollar tip.
Compared to the cat, is not havin no dollars.
When someone trips, my reaction is laughin.
Hustle in this game and you'll hit.
By imposter swear thats it more difficult.
either fix or go kamikaze Hella.
Because nobody is ever going to stop me motherfucka.
Rap Game is pitiful tone style is sloppy.
as a hoe sliddin *** bad on me from above.
Might as well get high, is not going to ****.
Because people congradulate when I come through.
With one and **** you **** with our team.
We take your wallet for your shoes.
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
And a gun on my waist, Slayer cat For I
Whatever sticky residue on your face?
touch me like you want to enter.
I'm an airplane spoon, we love to hate.
because their confidence is their disgrace.
Pile of money exceeding a vaulted ceilin
No comparison to what mood I that I feel.
In the main game's like a bandit.
Phat pockets loaded workin hard and dealin.
With much hard work is a whole lot scrilla.
Do not give up until you are Milla.
must keep a heart as cold as a serial killa.
Because they try to pretend that I'm not Reala.
Than *** cat stuff like ohhh Boy Soldier.
Put it in the corner and gets in the way a hoe.
Therefore, I support all the crap I was talkin.
Ima end of a real player or die in a coffin.
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
Do not give a **** because I'm a true player
And a gun on my waist, Slayer cat For I
Firstly, all of you ******* put this down homie, f @ # $ u bitches cos u dont know **** in rap! Now my boy, I think ur ish is aight but it can be swept up Need U, develop metaphors (comparisms that would make people go like DANG thats hot!) somfin as such is not Nobody cheers (Chair ) you cos they throw tables .... things like that, would not that stalled when written.then, do u need ur bars (lines) more bcos they look like ie the structure poem too short to try as many lines
i give my homie advice, even if he can rap good
******* but say it is not advanced, but they act crude
Note also the use.
