mumblersss suck
Am walking no running obsessing with the game
stalking beats torture sheet bless the dead beat
Lame rappers with flame that capture there pain
tap into pain of there strain of rap well its tragic its like this
Blah blah blah
Am fucking these bitches yeah I love these rollies them watches
that rookies care to pocket
swatches
of logos on polos my promos in clubs for sho doe
Your bitch my hoe bro she suckin dick on dance floor
oh
I don’t care if a wigga said he knew me
His girl single to me
Oh I feel so Gucci Gucci
Squeeze squeeze left butt cheek
Skeet skeet skeet skr
Deep deep deep ner
Like when the make up occurs all I see is a blur
Word to Kenny he’s blessed so many
Changed many pennieless minds
From the greatest mind people gracious in time
When we divide you mumble rappers
Them aint humble always think about dappers
Shit talkers poor authors did get offers
From satan
street walkers with no honour
Jus hoes and street walkers looking in horror
Promoting the street life
Is it real life it is real life
But the reality been mixed up with sprite and codeine
