just writing

grew up in the hood dranking that mud you know you can get srub i been getting in out the mud everyone around me hood nothing else trying to line them racks on the shelf you never catch me ride a lot nigga im riding by myself ima be like this til death run it up run it up ill do it by myself positive energy good health pop out like a racoon and flip all the trash can to the left if a nigga get involed sudden death this world is flipping and tripping over all the mess but just check this and get a check its never not enough money build you a ness stack up yo the ceiling i bet you them niggas hate sometime you have to heat them up and let them bake thats why im never around fake they artificial a definition of getting no cake