battle born

heard ya lil block jumpin, pushed through wit my lil glock, made u stop pumpin, blessed im off probation, shi got me geeked bra no more pee cups, its still hoes down gees up, left ya wifey on her knees, head hurts ,lips and jaw beat up, good head, slurpin and gaggin, nut down her throat, burpin and hackin, brick of raw, turn thr heat up swervin, speakers slapping, broom laying on the backseat, no lacking true rebel, wrote a letter to the devil, i dont fuk wit ya , googled location to hell, come get rid of ya, full metal jacket, spit at ya, whip cain in a tea kettle, im active, skip the yappin, rat a tattin, trap still catching zah on sticky and str8 fetti, grew up on 2pac good e mob, and thick sphegett, blick dont got safety always ready, since a gitt running round Tampa with a machete, roaming chasing bucks, Alone , crack damn near free base, snaps like bones, 20 a piece, got 1,000 stone, M.O. i be wildin, just my nature, Italian styling,l minor turned major, Gotham city, joker and bane my neighbor, no frontin told ya main,gospel, dont need a label,no stuntin informents fuked over, in my trunk slumped me cuzzin,