When i write my lyrics
its like, its like,
yo i want my shit ta be fat.
i want people to be able to understand.
anybody can ryhme
ya know what im sayin,
but its what you sayn that makes a person know about you.
know what im sayin
know the type of person
so its like realy im just more or less
being the street mavrik.
hey yo
what up famo
Reffer lid
love hip hop
the gangsta got me like the broccoli.
Brooklyn baby cooln at the swap meet.
real niggas wanna meet me,
ladies wanna eat me
money green mercedez clean baby beat me
love gett' dressed up
sweats, and techs
ride around the hood good getting gotti respect
hand is golden
an O.G rolln and holdn yo
fresh kicks soft leather
pockets is swollen
let my jam hit ya tape deck
its straight up, and made up
for every real nigga wit his gun on'em
.hate up
flyn through the city nice
ne flight
bluce ice
hundred thousand in the night bag
licsence
drug shopping sorry
atari in the ferrari
next see the lexus
shala laton par
eatin yo, all of us
Skama gangstas
you know we honor
tip the kangol
cooln in the ground vanquish