11 pm pop off

Y'all don't want smoke I got Jesus He wanna throw we might leave em weazin Right now is the season for breathing Take my flow and the beat and get to breedin I used to not wanna be breathim Boot up a beat and call it even steven Even if your special A switch will knock you off the high horse So don't strut around World leave you dead no remorse Pull out tha books this is a course Im a rap god no thor Strugglin till Jesus plucked the thorn Only opp is the one with the horn Handle this beat Like a cob no corn I ain't tryna rage don't play no korn You fake gangsta Add a y to corn