street shiet freestyle

Yeah we select streets by the code number No snitching aloud, niggas might get In to a coma... kid drama is over Now look, they pulling pistols for confort Hand them the shank, make sure it's all over Yeah, fuck the life, the fucking imposters The stick up whistles, when the coppers Move closers.. Bars and bars and bars We connected for the culture They've been doing it I'm just a step closer Fist to fist, I'm just one punch colder The cook bye, they do it slower The weed is legal, the coke is atrocious I'm in deep state, rhyming to the chosen You're in deep shit sending flowers in a coma Why? You drived by, the arrest shoulda come over They say oh, it's the trap life Niggas drive by, nice bitch nice watch I see, lot of dope, bad life I see steel cans, The sentence 25 You rap on some weirdo shit You talk slick like yous not a bitch Nigga please, they mobbin The wallet is thick They morbid, jail gives no shit Back to old town, is that a bit? Boy.. Progress took over, trappin makes me sick When you older, yeah with a little chick Dick limp, yeah that's how's going to be For the boom bap, the weird cats The brap brap, the street maniacs Call it horse, it's the kickback Mania Jugglling weapons like a senior Old school shit nigga ...... Yeahh Poet...