the truest

ain't quite right kill you with just one mic throw it down King DT where's my mother fucking Crown leave them bruised and defeated hit them hard left them bleed and spitting bars while I'm Chiefin your constantly Chiefin pain constantly constantly creeping wrote These Bars for a motherfuking reason design mission for keeping catch me while I'm sleeping never son death it's Grim Reaper in Killa season closed casket yeah no peeping yeah smother your ass yet no breathing I've been in this game since I was 13 man and it don't get no easier but it gets a whole lot sleazier you probably ain't going to make it to Easter but that's what happens when you run up your Visa and he's fucking Streetsboro TT money gets you got the money get you shot and then C T money run me up the parking lot yeah I like the spark a lot I'm talking tree I'm talkin 38 get in your face dog I'm killing motherfukers fuck the race yall it's what I do and it's motherfuking game it's a goddamn shame lost some of my homies over snitching lost the rest of them over cocaine but the real thing I never had one real friend but I did but I'm not going to mention it Petty simple shit but it's okaycuz I'm moving to California so tell the Bloods and Crips to warn you suwoop get your head crack with the ball bat get robbed and in these t dirty fucking streets you better not go to sleep you never catch me sleeping I don't give a fuck if it's the week or the weekend that's just the way it goes spending way too much for O's but I never spend way too much for hose not even a nickel they could suck on my dick yeah they can look on your pickle the fuk it dog I pop you like a pimple then I'll run up the street and call c c i mean CT whatever want to be not going back to fucking CCP what that's a lie I might be going back Friday see but I'll come back a whole lot stronger and a whole lot more mean DT rap and third-degree like I said give me my crown I'm a motherfuking king rather you like it or not my record is definitely going to the fucking top unless I get shot 5 rum pum pum pum y'all faggots do nothing but stunts fraudulent assholes spend all that money on some clothes and they still don't pull no hoes I got a whip I got a bitch I got a crib I got my chips was so what I'm still miserable as shit and rather die tonight slit my wrists but the right way I'm talking up down not side to side yeah I'm ready to die like big said in 95