Wach me

Quit with that shit you want do.shit yo rap is fabricated.gold mines hate it.iam doing bad wach me shake it.fake rap drilling is not tolerated.hate and music don't go hand and hand. what happened to rhythm and blues.bb king was one of the greatest.when the trill is gone.how we let words shake us up.what happened to right is right wrong is wrong .you tripping thinking you real. killing a man.thats apart from gods plans.how you kill a man.and shake his homie hand.keep ya daps.and ya hand shakes iam jake.i peep the snake. i dont do crosses.then drop on my nees and then pray.You hip acrylic asking for forgiveness praying hey man say man i see you looking up to the ones thats looking down on me.its to many dead presidents.trump is the last to stand i guaranteed.lips moving like waves in the open sea. to much talking.thats when you lose me. fake homie.you better off then on.thats yo opinion i want sweet it. get off the gas you unleted the bull crap.i don't let it offend me.iam 711 with out the dice.i see snake eyes looking i keep it pushing.why you finger popping.keep on over looking.it aint hard to book me.one foot in one foot out.my rap sheet will make you wanna halla. its a trip a rollercoaster competition.i want take shit for granted.you can keep ya garbage.the nexts man hoe aint no treasure to me.i come from dirt.when iam dead.back to the dirt. i return.not the sea.i come in peace.when its nothing left.life aint guaranteed.when you coup or plee.the conviction rate is older then me.free big e eddie is you ok.la from the south to the west Coast mid West you can bump this in ya Cadillac.type shit them 12s thumping bone and biggie lets get high.lets ride to the pg.john west and peavy.it aint no hood i aint been in.i done pushed the high way to hell.