Originally Posted by
O3EY
nice rhymes 666 I thought I'd add on.
called it flawless now your style gets ball-less come test a G with low T hormone, this ain't no game of thrown where weak niggaz get blown out coming incorrect in this sect never neglect the lyrical cyclone. Now your right like skinny jeans that don't fit tight, use my style to rise above the bloody dove holding the gat ghetto bat in flight. my rhymes ain't right nowhere inside HEAR to win, this ain't no battle just compliments like a bob ross stroke to a basquiat has-been. better yet I'll stick around till the bird hits my plate watch me hesitate cause them drugs is the only way to cope, with family similar to walking around spotting a banksy tag of a ballerina with the face of the pope.