Crew luv

as i sit here thinking bout all the time,

all the crime thats committed tryna make a dime,

them others tryna shine.

i got my pen and paper tryna make rhymes sound iller than a killer looking

for anouther victim, sick em, get em with a shank,

take his money run straight to the fucking bank,

crazy like a addict caught up in that crank,

i keep calm toking back that super sticky dank,

now the room looking hazy like a early morning fog,

pass it left to my homie,like cheech and chong,

 

put the roch in a bong, blowin os in that slow moe,

im so high dude im never ever low.

cruze slow in my 64 chevy with them 18s i imported,

24s make your ride look distirted,

distorted. please sort it,

looks wacker than a pregnant bitch feening crack,

you no i be mad when i see that,

infackt youll be wishing you never sold her that smack,

when i cap you with my gat,

graaaattt!

 

i aint trappin, but one day itll happen,

these rhyms will pay off,

no more working late night jobs,

but i still gotta put in work, i got that A$AP FERG,

these some real words,

words.

 

my mind more fucked than a drug lord from Bolivia,

ask me anything dude, i got that urban trivia,

what i give you is art,

these lines coming straight from my heart,

some times just the top of my dome,

my raps will send you home with something to think with.

stop tryna be like BIG dude,

how rude!

dont ever try disrespect me and my crew,

i ride for my brothers

illd fie for my brothers

i would kill for them man

DGS for ever

theres nothing better!