The Mansion Mafia

[ChristO]

...alright, how is it that golden tate's going to the golden state
with desert eagles packed in the suitcase, jew know the road I'd take
seeing that put to my face so blatant, what's the risk jew take
when I paved the way and protect every move that my crew make
my bloods stream to reserect me ain't yet at all get to me
but if I scene it, then it's no sweat to me, won't let 'em breathe
in open air, that's the best I can do, and I go from there
racing to resurrect past my own dick when the hoes appear
and every unmentionable act she succumbs to between us too
and if israel tells about me having sex, then he's dust too
the discharge my drill erupts to will flush jew to the sess pool
boilng, such a hot mess jew engorged in from your best moves
and the saints gonna' give vs the game just because I say to
nigga mighta' thought his beef's eighty-sixed, but he remains food
and I'm a' beat the false charges, and st. nich' is my own project
so gods stuck, and when I come back to my old school, I'm no-nonsense
my brother leem received the drop-off, now I'm to receive the top
from some former diva-attitudes adjusting by my out-
come...I drew the breeze to impact new orleans with a crash
course on how I'm a' leave the world for refusing to back off
now if bloods not in a rush to impress me after this feat
more dismemberments of theirs can be found where seagulls eat
I'm not in-hiding, double-u, t.c.'s where you can find me
eleven sixty three was built on the lot where I was found by
nine eleven dialed up about three years and two months after
nine eleven speed-dial froze, crackers are crack-ups, no laughter
on the movie set it's all-action...cinematography
never captured, and it's no rapping...unless you one of vs
who know how to wrap the whole act up....and where I'm coming from
is the triumphant push as back-up...to back off sullen crumbs...