BLAST (17:11)

nun yall compeat with me ,am all street ya see, push me pussy see what happens, flight or frite,rong or right day or night ,life death , im going to spit this shit till there's nothing left , gastpin for that last breth , pain sorrow with no daller da borrow ,broke as fuck come and test your luck ,push a man that ant got much but wants it all ,all gut you out leve you looking like a trofe on the wall , bitch i stand tall ,all wether the storm at all cost, boss running in this blood line , sippin fine wine ,on a upscall incline to the top ,who want what bet i pop ,non stop wiping work round the clock , hesitate none debating aka baby saiten , fuck em all leve em hating, get down or be put down , on my side of the trax ,we swinging the ax runnin in packs laying the fax , making them staks am tueth less ruthless pruff we rilly do do this , manage the damige i bring to the ring just wating on the reff to ding ding , nothing to king dimens on the ring , watch me swing for the fence , knock another out , with out a dout in theas eyes to killer on the rise moveing work slising pies , no lies hands up in betwen them thies,,