How can I flop if I ain’t even dropped yet lol hahaha fuck boy get off my dick unlike u I was born rich do this to relieve stress not to impress a closeted bitch hell bent on pimping a mitch with a nubby dick for his advance and fifty percent of dat royalty n drip hahaha I’m that golden goose solid pen even my discarded shit worth a hunned fifty thousand to my boys in pen if I die everything I write go to dem let um spit it when they hit the streets free men make a million spread my mind body n my soul n feed the hood babies of the world I ain’t here for the mainstream I’m here for the hood fam the real gangsters doing bids the ones been locked down missing birthdays and Christmas with they kids I live for dem money power n respect that shit come with this life when u born n bred no amount of bread gon gass me up n make a king lose his head I’m the heathen in disguise if the fame come so be it I’ll upgrade the game the status and tread with intent to double up my dollars and free the ones trapped by the product or the iron gates free my culture free my kin free my boys either way this wolf comming in… I’m outside beating on my chest shit getting wicked but what the fuck that’s just another sunset in the wild Wild West If I die or live eternal my message gone spread I’m in they veins I’m in they soul I’m that electric stimulation flowing through they brain I light the darkness as they sit back n watch they boy spit flames…