Worst Opinion (WiP)

Ghetto filling up with more dog speak, even making the sleek beats hard to slog their technique,

Men and women drifting from left to right, feeling blessed with true might, yet they drink until they run over the kid's shriek,

Priorities on rich minorities lives, telling them how to screw with their deformities to kill authorities,

Spending their thousand year journey mixing drugs and big bucks, forgetting to pay last weeks outage whilst they drink their impurities,

Every Saturday night at taking in drunk calories from their three types of bud light,

They be having a great time, jamming to trap and watching the winning game's overtime, only driving home from a not-so polite fight,

Swearing in their car, caring more about their scars than cars next door, police siren asking 'pull over',

Taking another sip of their beer, cop at the car rear, they give the police a cheer, they start speeding, they're in the clear, 'crash', there goes the rover,

 

 

Don't listen to them fallacies, only flurries of injuries based around this nigga's crime history,

It's not fictional mystery, I ain't got no custody from hitting green, drinking lean, to this day no misery,

All he did was learn how to not get in prison, yet why does he still use double his prescription,

Good teachers ain't without their demon preachers, except this nigga says you can make your evil "fiction",

Alcohol is nothing scary, nor is Mary or any dank drank out of the ordinary,

Having wheels on top of deals, I act like an animal, not rational, but sorry, still not weary,

Nothing I do is terminal, I'm still functional, everything I do is sensual, using the best chemical,

I haven't died, cried or even been paranoid at night, every night feels like a festival, but you nigga's still think it's criminal principal.