Bowser Ave.

sprintin out the gate, I'm a 260 heavyweight, every beat get bodyslamed, they already know they fate, don't ask me how I'm doing, last I checked, shit im doing great, I'm starving, like I haven't ate, motivation is the bank, my education was the trap, if they want smoke, then its a wrap, like a boa squeeze a rat, put knife straight my back, now im sharper than a tak, bullets start to flyin, when I attack, until they laying flat, everyday I'm on the grind, money stay in my mind, it ain't sunny all the time, I can't let em take what's mine, been putting in that overtime, l call it Kobe time I'm lethal with the 9 or the Jordan 45, my fortess is fortified, the reaper, got em mortified, thats just eay slide, to take whats mine,