if you got some of it hidden i'm takin half your stash and you sittin there quiet cause the gauge about to flash if you had a connect they'd be debatin bout your math its sad, this a test, dummy, and you fakes about to crash they call me BFI cause i'm takin out the trash at the end of every week they take you out the back shit, Sunny B sit with crates and pounds of cash watchin Belly, breakin weight up - gratin pounds of grass if a drought in your town then the wait about to pass and if its love for the money then Satan found his match always on the grind - and you patient clowns is last hot lava'll pop ya cause i'm cajun bout my raps its true, i wont stop til i lace a thousand tracks never caught frozen, cause i'ma blaze what rounds i pack kids talk shit cause they think its safe behind the glass but when razors bout to slash they make payments out in cash...
Printer-friendly copy 
Email this topic to a friend
Freestyle Board
