verbaltelekinesis
LWO Joint Chief
Sometimes what's being said can overcome pure skill. Obviously, Cole is world's better a rapper, but Gotti went in on his verses. And I fukk wit Cole HARDBODY!
1st verse
If I can paint a picture
I’d show a image of a dog ass nikka
Yea, a raw ass nikka
Poppin pain killers
Riding for the cause, four dogs wit dem pistols
Natural born killers
He sold crack to his mother
Turned his back on his brothers
Killed his partner for the plug
He think everythang a hustle
Cold Muffukka, holmes numb
Black heart no feelings, just a gun
He was raised in the trenches
Not to mention all the hoe’s dat had dissed him
So holmes think the whole world against em
Played ball, coach benched em
Grandpa, Klan lynched em
He was raised in mississippi but he moved up to memphis
Kinda hard to addapt
So holmes turned to da strap
Didnt succeed, tried rap
Couldnt fight, got slapped
Shot dice, do crap
Did time, back out. Damn
2nd verse
Lights off no candles roaches all around the kitchen
nikka hungry mom embarrassed so she don't want us to mention it
Grandma wanna help but mama ego kickin in
She a hustla she don't need no help raising her kids
Bills came, got evicted, stayed strong, square bizness, she ain't neva showed weakness Real shyt
That created the hunga and that make a monsta got the game from my mama that's some ill shyt.
13 on the block he was a lookout
In the kitchen on the stove like it's a cookout
Young nikka mastered the game could put a book out
Right when he thought it was over he got took out(BANG)
Brains leakin, nikka sneaked him, he aint even see it comin
Here the hitters, he wat'nt focused so he died over nothin
No revenge, with his friends shooting dice
Bet again, win or lose take it all, took out by his own men
That 2nd verse...WHEW!
Gotti rode the fukk out the beat!!!
1st verse
If I can paint a picture
I’d show a image of a dog ass nikka
Yea, a raw ass nikka
Poppin pain killers
Riding for the cause, four dogs wit dem pistols
Natural born killers
He sold crack to his mother
Turned his back on his brothers
Killed his partner for the plug
He think everythang a hustle
Cold Muffukka, holmes numb
Black heart no feelings, just a gun
He was raised in the trenches
Not to mention all the hoe’s dat had dissed him
So holmes think the whole world against em
Played ball, coach benched em
Grandpa, Klan lynched em
He was raised in mississippi but he moved up to memphis
Kinda hard to addapt
So holmes turned to da strap
Didnt succeed, tried rap
Couldnt fight, got slapped
Shot dice, do crap
Did time, back out. Damn
2nd verse
Lights off no candles roaches all around the kitchen
nikka hungry mom embarrassed so she don't want us to mention it
Grandma wanna help but mama ego kickin in
She a hustla she don't need no help raising her kids
Bills came, got evicted, stayed strong, square bizness, she ain't neva showed weakness Real shyt
That created the hunga and that make a monsta got the game from my mama that's some ill shyt.
13 on the block he was a lookout
In the kitchen on the stove like it's a cookout
Young nikka mastered the game could put a book out
Right when he thought it was over he got took out(BANG)
Brains leakin, nikka sneaked him, he aint even see it comin
Here the hitters, he wat'nt focused so he died over nothin
No revenge, with his friends shooting dice
Bet again, win or lose take it all, took out by his own men
That 2nd verse...WHEW!
Gotti rode the fukk out the beat!!!
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