the rhyme king
truth.com
i say crooked i he is a beast with multis.
I know some other minorities understand me
I fly first class they ask if I won a grammy
We cant be corporate, can we
Im in the trump in the national, out in sunny Miami
People looking at me like I was from Mars
Cause Im pulling louie lugagge out of stretched double rs
We bizness minded, ghetto stars
bill o riley, he won his behind bars
They getting mad if I flip me a sack
But reagan he gave us crack, so miss me with that
In fact, the rico acts a mistery as whack
And these hip hop cops wanna kill the industry of rap
Treat me equally that would be nice
Until then I write a song and see your salary twice
The diamond district keep handing me ice
While boozy customers act
Like they never seen a nikka before