Danger Danger

Nobody got the kind of lyrics that i got.. They say they do, but never stand up.. Like a two legged tripod.. I still got love for all the real rap.. N real wrap, mainstream becoming garbage real fast.. Everyones lyrics recycled, but its still trash.. I tell my story n what mikes on.. Im not rich, just rocking AE jeans.. With some nikes on.. Them haters all become gangsta.. N im like "AIGHT DAWG".. Fuck guns, drugs, n money.. Ya'll need too focus on writing real bars.. I know being real, is becoming real hard.. Trigga dont give a fuck, an can still run this.. when you boys stuck at a stand still.. Pin needle to balloon flow, i will pop.. Taking steps of a giant, n you lil guys just ants on an ant hill.. N 100 im nicer with a freestyle.. Theres No beat this savage cant kill!!