#215moon#215truce

Ya like dat we dropping bombs in the street we don't get benched we coming to reach to the top time to make em drop time to make it stop we stomping up the ranks no shanks no guns we having fun showing love Still blow up your house though if u fuck around clowns bitches you be going down we will bury u in ditches in a hurry we might be coming for your riches anytime if we wanted we could it be a new quick sick twist never we are to be dismissed we always hot these limitless hits From West Philadelphia I'm clicking when spitting from my heart my mind my body to show everybody I'm growing knowing grooving to my toonage with new moonage a man on the rise he comes from the skies