FIFTEEN

my mind to the grind Ima good one hard to find I haven't been signed rapping for a long time sleeping on em nap time wake up and its rap time you know I just spit fire everytime I'm on the mic Its like i commit a crime uh life a mountain that I climb every word that I can rhyme I can really fuck yo mind I'm just one of a kind my flow is sour lemon lime I'm not even in my prime ay I'm cold like it is wintertime run up on Me got my knife fuck around might be yo life when I was young and acting like you can not give me advice we live diff er ent lives ay ay pull the curtain from yo eyes just don't belive their lies life is when you roll the dice I rolled mine and won a prize ay coming in hot for the finish this beat that I'm killing no one wants yo opinion you looking like a minion the way you doing they biddin I spit and I get rid of em my words they get riddling on my wood she Whittling again I spit fire yall are kindling the diamonds on my wrist shimmering glistening thank yall for listening smoke to much now I'm invisioning I see three of you I'm seeing things and I see through you my eyes are keen 3 more puffs smoke so tuff i can't see when we pull up yall flee the scene I am a fucking rapping machine you bitches cannot beat me with a glock you gon get beamed ay me and bro in a fight high five that's a tag team 15 living my life it's like a damn dream my daddy was a failure but that's not in my genes turn this TV off turn this TV off cause you seeing through a screen my flow too ill its sickening she sit on it toilet seat icy drip fire fit feel the heat go too hard aint never serene water on me like a marine going deep in that pussy no submarine we rolling up just like my green ima be whipping round by sixteen you a clown look like a drag queen boutta go to a studio like fuck you mean?