Hey lilkeke918

I know you to easy sorry

you had no punchlines dog read your rap again u will understand what i am talkin about

i keep it fresh with that attire, My flows fire somethin like southern Jumblya and if ya girl say she don

lol gone head my nigga

Crimson leakin while little children play out on pavement
Whips and chains niggas still out on that slave sh*t
Bush is da tha answer to where all the New Orleans graves went
Black on black violence we send our selves back on slave ships
My niggas in tha struggle got 2 keep their head up
Contemplatin mad hours tryin 2 get their bread up
focus on yourself that

Man im bored.....

Aight i'm done thanx pmp 4 puttin me up 2 it but keystylin aint me

Grippin wood smellin good as swang my wide frame, Society judgin tha kid without noticin my mind frame, Test me n feel da monsta go insane, Pimpin in tha blood ice wata in my vein, Slid down ya block pushin back yo membrane, f**k whatcha heard da souf is da best in da rhyme game, My niggaz gettin due, and 4real on mines mane
Gotcha favorite rappaz favorite rappa usin all of dat souf slang, Like dat boy Trae i been asshole 4 life, Tryna do it like i did but aint payed tha price, Been shot at 6 times neva hit cuz im nice, Prices on my head tryin 2 see ke dead, DA can't catch me cuz tha boy ke is fed, Fed up with this sh*t anybody can get hit folk i thought you knew, Been test by many outlasted by few, Pmp i appreciate it i would even free style if it wasn't fa u, Say Whatcha know bout tha orinator of screw, Boys been puttin it down since da year 9 two, Two'z & Fo'z iz ounces dat we sippin, Where I'm from tha city of neon lightz & candy paint stay drippin, We drive slow candy paint do's on tha caddy, hoez hoppin makin chedda 4 daddy, bread c*m up short u'll find ha ass in da trash heap, My city aint tha place 4 baby minded niggaz, 10 year olds pullin triggaz 4 bigga figgaz, This keystylin have a nigga so in tha zone, move ya favorite rappa out tha way and place ke on tha throne. whatcha thinkor 

i keep it fresh with that attire, My flows fire somethin like southern Jumblya and if ya girl say she don

lol gone head my nigga

Crimson leakin while little children play out on pavement
Whips and chains niggas still out on that slave sh*t
Bush is da tha answer to where all the New Orleans graves went
Black on black violence we send our selves back on slave ships
My niggas in tha struggle got 2 keep their head up
Contemplatin mad hours tryin 2 get their bread up
focus on yourself that

Man im bored.....