TIMARK Chillin on the streets, tryin not ta catcha felony, Id rather catch a beat But everywhere I go seems trouble follows me But if you feel like I feel lil homie follow me But this bish wants battle so blood it gotta be Sorry homeboy but thats how it gotta be Yeah, thats how it gotta be... Look I kill MCs before I even hear the beat drop I smoke MCs like kush in the sweet spot You been cold homie, me - me Im still hot Whether Im travelin the world or posted in this same spot You been got, you have not, Im dro though, you just pot Im Patron right, you barely even Cuervo I can get you mugged, just gotta give the say so Your girl keep callin even though I said no ho Say she want a real man, but I aint really feelin in Still chillin on this beat, ina minute I be killin it First I letcha build heat, then I be spillin it: Guts, brains, lives, dames I live for the glory, you died for the fame I burn you in flames, my flow go insane, from membrane to end game, your flow way too tame Please step off my level, you cant catch my game I make bishes tremble, you make em complain I never stopped ballin, like LeBron James Like Jordan Micheal, its the kill rapper cycle I kill rappers wash rappers rinse and recycle Bangin on your head like Im bangin on the beat, like Im slangin on the street So your ish you can keep, cuz your goin is weak Ha Thatsa sweep!!
Posted on: Thu, 09 Oct 2014 17:34:06 +0000
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