Longer the quote more attention you have
So get what you wrote and the pen with the pad
This and then that its a back and fourth craft
Shit happens, more like splatters than gassed
You thought he was sick but had a twin to his past
Sinning for cash for which he can live with a blast
Or is it a mystic, that strangles his ass
Taking his dough fuck the brick oven
Begging hoes for oregano for his stomach
If not, it might get a little wishy washy
Sober thoughts turn to pissing off beats
Mellowness is key, for any fucking fellow who can breathe
Hope your not yearn to beef, taking eternal sleep
You should earn your keep, but by a status of quo
Wouldn't hurt to feed these critics some quotes
Start bombs into pairs two commas in the air
"Throw up" a sentence like graffiti was the dare
Beat me till my fear is well aware I should be selling here
So afraid the game needs the talent, I grew up in years
Started to realize real lives, Have been heel high
I was to blind aimed for the sky hit a satellite
I sat elite stayed alive in elite style
All the mean while hes wild in the mild files
Who is "he" is that "me" or is it the quote from the language i speak