only God can judge me

need that cash fast alas Chris B turns to crispycash to stack chips and be gd up ready to rock this sweet track bitch when I heat up the spot hot like the glock claps my rips spit and split chaps like Twix or KitKat I walk the talk when I get up and walk what's up what what.. ima give it all I gots my plot will not give up till I hit the top... hit the fucken top of the charts when I drop a hot drop jaws drop... hot!!!! cuz I'm hot stuff what... till rhe director says cut fucks that's what's up whatcha thought I'm bucking shots at fucks that be fucking up my buzz on buds buds I won't budge won't hold a grudge I bust nutts on fucks for fun stuff done when I run up on one son what I hunt cunts for fun ya ...rain or sun I rap my pain up like a runaway train and my moms brain ughhh...hard to clean a stained plate brah break the chains that I chained up yo any luck I gotta chance to go flow flows I rap at shows hold a high note for those that are clapping bros I wanna die a happy soul..... like pac said only God can judge me yo...