pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
to me eminem or believe or not jr writer
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe game
I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is crunk
I don't mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you White plain
Look J is built, to let the.80 tilt
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters killed
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just chill
Look here, I'm enfamils, and I aint talking baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, like some haze that I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, serious shyt
I aint talking periods when I say p*ssy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer please
That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds
I hit the philippines, then cross river seas
Whole sea for a week, where I don't feel a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, with some excellent jaw
Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, give some head in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit door
Just face it my nig, you can't stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, many flavors you dig
They just hate how I live, 'cause the only time
They see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe game
I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is crunk
I don't mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you White plain
Look J is built, to let the.80 tilt
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters killed
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just chill
Look here, I'm enfamils, and I aint talking baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, like some haze that I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, serious shyt
I aint talking periods when I say p*ssy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer please
That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds
I hit the philippines, then cross river seas
Whole sea for a week, where I don't feel a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, with some excellent jaw
Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, give some head in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit door
Just face it my nig, you can't stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, many flavors you dig
They just hate how I live, 'cause the only time
They see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib
