my flow hot yo flow not my. flow rocc / im frm the city where streets gritty like old pots / and young nighas riding round in old drops/with a 40, tryna hide it frm old cops/im really with the shit. cuz ima need mo props/ she keep succing my soul ,,ima need mo tops/ im focused on my current i dont need no ops/and my support system fucced up like a tore box/the flow patent and deadbolted ,with 4 loccs/1 drums enough bullets for 4 gloccs/ i got a plug, who who got a plug, to ser the record str8/ and ill break a nigga off 9,, just cause its next to 8/i wonder which foreign model bitch he next to date/ and dump kids all in her guts and watch it saturate/u should really stay focus,i know the lecture great/flow str8 drop no baking soda.to stretch her str8/catch a shell,breath easy or catch a case/or whoever u riding with can catch ya face/latley i been going thru it and. um fed up/undertaker services needed to make yo head up/if u woke up in it ,then make yo bed up/merrita got a sister, who taught me to stacc the bread up/gotta play it like u broke ,make they mind wonder/but steady bless em with strokes ,that make they spine crumble/she run and hold it wiith one hamd like she trynaaa fumble/hand round her necc so i cant tell what she tryna mumble/and shorty really my sunshine/anytime she in my vision i b dumb blind/acting like im mad at her,i b dumb lying/she speed a nigga heart up drumline/hate lames cant standem, like one time/so when u off that clocc and u pull up on me fun time/they say stress ill kill a nigga imagine what ill do to one/my ratio against my opponent is usually 2 to1/well really its usually 10 to1 /u got 9 lives,, thats. 8 left spending one/and if u sending a hit just know im sending one/i checced ya street cred that shit sweeter than cimnabun/u wouldnt shoot ya self if youda beena gun/niggas know about you alright....for being linda son/im just tryna cap a corn like my sign/but its hard for me to keep cool like my 9/what wont these niggas do for the vine/they on ever set even hit yo shoe for the shine/im a crip nigga who cut throat/,who get love on a blood boat/thatll beat u with my bare hands,till yo white tee get blood soaked/i know crip niggas in cali ,/blood niggas in dallas/couple harlem niggas with a ru homie,in ohio who wildin/short bad thicc bitch, and she smilng/simply shit and she styling/she c saying shit, dont worry bout that pussy nigga ,he childish/bitch ill ttake a charge or we fouling/youll nvr get a stripe frm me/ she say i do it better. my nigga i earned it rightfully