yo eyo/straight up dog your to easy too diss/doing this while im breathing a spliff/and ya you already said it your teething like kid/it seems likeyou think your a wiz/but like a drink your fiz/you ain't a mister you a miss/and your sisters on my dick/i flip your bit*h and don't even give her kiss/its a given your a snitch/ratting out cliks and crews/after im done they won't be missing you/i'll crack you inyour teeth and chip you tooth/ all day i be rippin fools/that front on the mic/beef wit me you best have your gun at side/i know you love my ryhmes/read it over bout hundred times/cause you know im coming right/and you be fake/you can't even get one i get three dates/i eat steak/you eat grapes/thats all you can afford/
your flow be leave me bored/if i killed you they wouldn't find you at the morge/put u in a hole in the forest/i roll in a volvo
you roll in a tauris/and you don't got cash for gas/you just acting as/something your not/fronting but i don't have time got to fill a blunt wit some pot
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whoever said the struggle would stop today, alota niggas are dead or locked away, teenage women growing up with aids, that's the life when you're living in the ghetto
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