Neo Regular
07-14-07, 03:31 PM
Look man, I dont write
rhymes all like that
it's sort of like the art of
literature and my will just
don't match
I seen the reaper in a
hoodie with the blade like
Jason
now i make sure my lifestyle
and God are adjacent
I use to spit so many bars
in my mama's basement
still aint hit a studio, my
dough's shorter than a midget
hardtimes make a broad not
really kick it
all my dogs got broads and
got kids who will visit
all i got is my word, my pad
and my dreams
my company's seeing figures
beyond the smoke screens
i was raised in the ghetto living
a dopeboy's dream
tried selling dimebags and wasn't
seen as a pusher
I'm on the scene with a cooker,
all he do is bake crack
He aint hard, so me and him are
not that detached
from the struggle...all I do is really
hustle
flex muscle, techs bust you like
a real bad embarassment
I'm living for God's cause I'm
making it apparent
And I'm giving it up for brothas
living with no parents
Man this world is a planet where
things live and die daily
nothing special beyond flowers
the rural life and babies...
rhymes all like that
it's sort of like the art of
literature and my will just
don't match
I seen the reaper in a
hoodie with the blade like
Jason
now i make sure my lifestyle
and God are adjacent
I use to spit so many bars
in my mama's basement
still aint hit a studio, my
dough's shorter than a midget
hardtimes make a broad not
really kick it
all my dogs got broads and
got kids who will visit
all i got is my word, my pad
and my dreams
my company's seeing figures
beyond the smoke screens
i was raised in the ghetto living
a dopeboy's dream
tried selling dimebags and wasn't
seen as a pusher
I'm on the scene with a cooker,
all he do is bake crack
He aint hard, so me and him are
not that detached
from the struggle...all I do is really
hustle
flex muscle, techs bust you like
a real bad embarassment
I'm living for God's cause I'm
making it apparent
And I'm giving it up for brothas
living with no parents
Man this world is a planet where
things live and die daily
nothing special beyond flowers
the rural life and babies...