Raw before I started rapping I was sick with the punches Only Rich Black Kid They knew they wasnt punking slick with wrist And if it hit. It leave em split like a pumpkin Always had the heart but Rap had me searching for something Sharp and Im and Im cunning In my presence their drumming I could write letters that summon The very soul of Pac Cause I aint rapping bout killing niggas Money or thots Run up get dropped I guess thats the rules of the game Even if I paint the picture Im shaking frame Rapping on that easy shit Im Making a name And niggas still say Im ass Well Im leaving stain Fly-its nigga in the room Im leaving the lame I got luggage that got luggage They wound let on the plane Underground Railroad Niggas trying to get on the train if you think you this cold I think you niggas insane
Posted on: Sun, 23 Nov 2014 07:02:14 +0000