The dissing (game with no rules) I’m top I can’t see you. - TopicsExpress



          

The dissing (game with no rules) I’m top I can’t see you. This world hates you, your existence is unknown. SPEEDY GEE you don’t know me, I’m living it, you dreaming it. I know niggas like you, I look them in distances. I know hustlers like you; they talk about it, wishing they could taste it. You hustle and gamble for your coins, I stream with the jam and spend my paper. Nigga you still dreaming, even if I could give you a gallop in my ride you won’t wake up, you rather write a verse about it. I’m leaving it, when I walk it; Girls in your neighborhood want a piece of it and forget about niggas like you. I’m living in countless digits, you dreaming in limited numbers. I’m top SPEEDY GEE you wish you were me. I made it; your good dreams are about what I have and nightmares are your reality. Niggas like you cry when they’re drunk, but pimps like me sing and dance in drunkenness; if you were JACKIE CHAN you would have lost the fight. Pussy you pleading for it like a puppy, It brings itself and pay for it if I have to since well I can afford it. Speedy Gee this world hates you… you imagine the good side of it. I smell, taste and live the riches of this world like KING KONG. You don’t know me, but I know niggas like you. You heard about me, but I’ve been shitting on top of niggas like you most of my life. You wonder about niggas like me, I drop coins on sidewalks for niggas like you. Dream it, bath in holly water and pray for the best; while I live it sipping Hennessey doing my best. You walking on stairs hoping to reach the stars, I travel galaxies in spaceship. I live it, you dream it. I eat cheese I role with the rats, you’re sucking milk like a pussy cat. You don’t know me, but I’m that guy you want to be. Being you it’s easy; I bought a house next to Mafikizolo, I go there for Mandela day only, that aint my palate. Day dream, wish up on a shooting star and sleep with a bible under your pillow… the same pillow you killed your grandmother’s chickens for. You’re a Titanic that’s build under the sea, you’ll never rise nor sink. Keep on dreaming it, ama keep on living it.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 18:01:41 +0000

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