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So I've noticed lately there's no one's thoughts racing
The way that these rhymes stick like it's hot without AC
I'm debating why I'm not the creative king
I need a paper crown and a casket to lay em down
Smoke something like weigh an ounce smash shit
Like the hulk when he pounce buy in bulk and amounts
To flip then bounce with numerous bank accounts
Then stop and think who's against me
All these faggots in the shadows with better histories
Acting like a kid to me you gotta be kidding me
Knock your block off for a kitten fee that's 60 riddled with fleas
Riddled with bullets the pictures I see
My imagery is deep you're on your knees waiting for the peak
The stage for me is dreamy like when you fall asleep
I'm trying to be all me unique
Flow to a beat but I have no foes to compete
So slow like they're frozen in sleet my open sheets compensate
For the drugs grams by weight mass by state high crime rate
High off limes and grapes for the time rate
It moves with a slower pace but I'm straight
Define angst I'm probably that in all shades
This isn't a game makes sense there's no players
People try to change but the life can never get better
Etcetera etcetera you get the message bruh bro
In the tahoe with the side hoe half Navajo
Tribe gottablo smoke tropical in n out the nose
And blow meaning my dick cock what have you
Leaning sorta sleeping but still spitting that spittoon
Spit like a cartoon sharp as harpoons
Or a shark tooth move in silence like some war moves
Faggot......