Da Blunt Challenge

Gang on my line money on my gang fetus Heads wanna turn but the nod with egregious A bitch dont get to run like the sneaker My past a little out of rhyme like Randalls The lowest lyric and the tree copy mango Cop behind me My ops pull out of socks hitting sandals I gotta bend the wheel you see when young come 60 and I'm boutta lose it to a thumb No switching up position I bought the switch with the drum Put the key in the ignition And admitting me is a little bit a batter cuz I gotta bake up Now look me in the face with that wake up Good cuz but a crip bank blood Bae bang say she never need nun like Russ Thank God I never needed peace dank chub Thank God I'm really with the whips like a scrub lafalu The league choosing me what it choose No interviews Auto I made the news not to do it for the views And the truth not thanks you could hate me too Not the face I'm boutta draw a blank on the beat cuz I don't gotta draw or I lie to a guitar The beat the bar If I need to sound hood the strength The charm if I need to sound street Gee But I'm incomplete And I write songs cuz your hoe keep iggin me With a simile My rap condom I write in concert with commas I thank momma then uh uh out of Broward Getting ballsy I got a Lotta that like a sponsor The chain should have been a artwork not a artist A More problems I'm not an office But I could hate the thumb fly the speaker for you bae Phylicia need a ringer I'm a ringer on the play It don't push start Tuh The act tough I don't run out of alleys like a regular I'm Sorta running into a bottle I keep eggin him on Seven hundred eight and a morning so getting along I might me in the chop I think a genius protocol I'm a pirate So inside Think her private Could sink a pilot How it on some Ye