Trash

Stuck to the streets I live by the code stick to my self my hearts gone cold when they made me they broke the damn mold they can’t break me I won’t fold heard you got caught up then you told I stay stressed on the verge of overload Shootin up and snorting shit got me in the mode i push it yeah i flip it draco i stay with it got a fresh supply and it got me hella lifted lookin out for snitches thats glitches in my system hunt em down like dogs and toss they ass in ditches this is street knowledge with it i am gifted i craft the rhymes like a meastro at a symphony i catch a flow keep it rollin hit the clutch and shift it get creative with it arts and crafts on th track no i never lack and i aint cuttin any slack better fall back click and clack armed attack nick nack paddy whack drop ya pockets and i jack switch it up agian or am i switchin lanes i done lost track to many lanes in my brain Lost track like a derailed train and I’m stickin a needle in my main vain cause I am insane Lion you can’t tame and my shooters really equal we really the same getting high like a plane just trying to maintain but I’m swerving outta my lane might crash steal another car start over again