I got bars i got flows i like beatz that keep hoes on dance floors. When ya checc my g i respond whos your g to checc me. If ya answer me right ya betta come correct cause its fucc the other side and i have nun but disrespect. Ya rank ya set the superior ya nation ya coast ya dead homies and all that shit you say ya do in this rap shit. Aint what im here to discuss. Fucc a studio gangster. I move in silence. Im in this shit for my time recording to ease the pain from the streets. And if i talk about it its to get it off my chest not for you to come and make history repeat itself and live it all over again. Just to show a fucc boi its real out here. My rap aint like yours and i aint finna swap my flow to match yours. Im underground if i catorgorize myself. I am old skool fucc this new school shit i cant feel it. Ya beat goes harder then yo lyrics so let the beat ride or go Acapella dont fuck up a good rhythem or rhyme for the hell of it. I salute the artist tryna go big or go home. I look forward to seeing ya careers take off. Ill stay out ya way just stay the fucc out of mine. Understand?
Dirty south