cell shakin in my pocCet, niggas askin where the nugs at, just woke up and already sold a dub sacC//
grillin some niggas while we roll, where the buds at, 38 strapped down case a nigga try to mug bacC//
amsterdam chronic sellin quicC, got new dough, and im known in my hood, get paid g's to hear dude flow//
by lunch time the sacC's gone, time to re-up for a new O, cuz them pacCs sell fast when the dubs weigh 2-0//
i been hustlin to provide, i got mans that need bail, law tryna hold us down but ive made plans to prevail//
my envelope is a shaving cream can, i can deal a grand in the mail, i get it 115 a ounce, 32 grams on the scale//
i always carry heat that dont mean i wont fight though, right pocCet got ganja, left pocCet holds that white-blow//
lately, dudes been referrin to kid as psycho, why? cuz in the last year ive sold more 8 BALL's than TYCO// (Oh?)



Switch~ oh you expected metaphors?



i dont know why i rap, it might be out of boredom, cuz yall dudes dont know me and this life aint for em//
especially when POSTIN UP to them means typin on a forum//
give a fucC, if you think ya verses might be ill, want static or some dope? either way ill PIPE-YA-GRILL//
i do audio and bucC in real life cuz TEXT is not LIKE SKILL, i guess you could sorta say im not the TYPE-TO-KILL// (Think..)
fans all cheerin got my section all HYPED OUT, start savin up my O's the minute i sight DROUGHT//
its like im workin for the P-U-D the way im knocCin some LIGHTS OUT//
blacC and blue apparel, i wont diss reds, but dont set trip, cuz i love to get the FISH FED//
dudes know im the Trojan Man, Lay-TECH's(Laytex) on DICC-HEADS//

EZ

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