Ayo
i got an ill rhyme, i kick an ill flow, but who the fk knows or cares
this dog bout loose nickas beware
ima hold you down righteous black in lyrical form
my steez aint a dick ride, yo its far from the norm
bars be hip hop quotables, guns i used to tote a few
n gat down for mines any hour like both coasts men do
light up a blunt or two, anything on rocks
shakin' up like a Martini, no bonds or stocks
no application for work, the music's all i got
n a bonafide certified check, plz dont stop
nickas out punchin the clock, got me on the radar
like i just hit up the Brinks, shit iz fkn bizarre
stank thinkin law oppressors pimpin me on an order
so im stressed needin pussy, gotta find me a 'quarter'
beat it down like a drum trak, long as the chick holla back
stay black n fly off psychotropics, now how's dat
my liver quivers n my heartbeat's quicker
iz this a cold or mad nerve, in my Timbs boots just shiverin'
meanwhile, scams deliver nothin, extortin major
i aint got the paper, hell naw i aint loanin' from neighbors
so many favours from peeps thinkin im skunked
cant punk me, coz im down for Black Jesus snce Nike Dunks
my beats bump in the trunk, sell each track at one dolla
maybe i'll be paid, earnin blue collar, shit, a str8 balla
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