DrUnK-N-MuNkY

clap a man,gum wrap a man,maze trap a man
when beef,niggas start to call me young pakistan
packs in pans,might get a high ticket for drug traffiken
see raps a sin,until i bless it with my presence
your not a threat so i mark you off my checklist
if i remain broke i just run you for yo necklace
i pray with zombies,peeps say i got a deathwish
my health been gone,i can kill just flick the wristbone
my big dome,and cash image always been strong
standing on my toes like the nigga fred Flintstone
earning a reputation,top of the game my destination
biggie and pac you niggas will get ya dedication
cause the game sick,but dawg here come the medication
i'm aggravated,we been trying,still aint made it
the streets calling,but i really wanna be famous
american dream,american scene,american green
in yo country with my lil american lean,yah mean
live like a president my resident clean,ya need a elevate scheme
better late green,then no green,my pockets gotta O.D
my last name rowland and i spit drunk,i'm on codeine
my niggas pick me up i'm on weed,they on a hole bean
ready to damage you physically and a lil lyrically
thats why ya want me out the game,come injure me
but never out,i'm in like the nigga from greenbay
if they blitz i'm a shine like some oil sheen spray
get wit me i'm make my hold team spray
i'm on the way,so fall back when ya here me
thats when ya lil bitch wanna come near me
thats when them crackers gon start fear me
but i'ma die souljah,weed in my system eyes all teary

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"Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag"-Cliff