stash

I wear my heart on my sleeve cause that's I be rockin make it squeeze ten  glocks on his block in the box we fighting over snacks packs racks yk it's all facts if you been to where I'm at yeen even gotta ask chow call no soups n outta cash corn beef hash b  make n a  nigga mad fuck about ya money youion need nun but god my brotha got murded while I was behind  bars the next week aunt died n her sleep I got out grandpa died  the next week fuck is you sayin I know more than I speak ion wanna entertain fakers   that's the gangsta in my nature superman ain't super till a mf makes him ion even rap got bored my foot tapped n decided i should go  the stu n hit tha light  gazing rather politely you seem to be   indecisive I'm sum like mike check the ice the cold shit I spit might turn into dried ice  big boy shit  lobster tails for tha  wife shrimp wit fried rice could sell ice let the pipes do tha trade could pull a clips onna outta town Caper should kill his mama unfortunately on papers  p.o. found the green on piss test bottle so back to sellin white n trees full throttle ask anyone u meet  about tha kid bags 10 for a gram walkin str8 to where he at  dope fean for cash put it inna stash wit my hard workin ass boi