Frost City

Yeah/ this frost city,/ bet ya never heard of me/

cause im from the sticks / way way the fuck up in nd

Aint such a bad place,/ still got the turkey bags rollin

23 apiece/ that nothing new to me, /what /you/ thinking/

this is my fuckin city/, so dont try and give us any pity//

we know the ropes/, we capable of keeping shit 100

 

100 niggas wit me/ matter of fact/ one word /if ya front a bird,/

n u stay ghost/no mo than a week tho/ or then we comin/ "zero-100"x2

 

this fugazy that fugazy // everything you rocking is fugazy ask donny b

in ya head, you know we comin, if your within range, betta get to running

my bullets like my rhymes/ they just flow/ as do i/ as do my shells/

ya already know/ sooner or later with some searchin/ we gonna/

lay you down, in the dirt, no mercy only merked.

 

 

If ya wanna break my flow,//go ahead/ get to braking then, im not a

rookie/ rookie no need to break me in /im plenty weathered/

sticking around still 4 turkeys or better/ word to my nigga

cheddar man/read yo letter man / always in my heart/forever man.//

 

Chedda / thats/ my lil homie from/ the shelter, /we used to roll kine bud

back when we were locked down together / My lil homie,/ took a hit

for me, saved me life to 23

now im out,/ @up on the street@ trying to provide @fo his family o four

@aint tough at all,@ big bank checks, @keep the LV on flow.

@Aint no fake shit,/das all real designer bro,/ go ahead hate you

fuck boy n/ and ill show you the ropes, /destroy you with joy.,/

 

Unanimously rythmical,/ ripping apart your rapping particles,i can//

destroy, your face,/ your bitch,/ your family /your car,/ your money,/

your house / your wife, / and her little bitty mouth,/ dont go south,

stay up north / if ya live to tell about, / well ya won't /

cuz, /my .45 sneaky rifle, it dont / come up short/ its , on every time,

middle of the line,/ thats word to my homies/

no surviving my crime ring/ bitch we take it to the dirt/, lay ya down first/,

frost city bitch,/ u aint never heard,/ so please backup,/ before I drop

another / line /, that make you collapse// like the scene of columbine.

 

 

Your battle champion spot is mine,/ have you read your borderline?/

or better yet/ borderless, / talkin all sideways like you high on the shit /

tuck your tongue cat,/ straighten your jaw,/ I know its hard for a fuck/

boy/ like you to take direction from a white boy like me,/ but soon you

will find,/ the only way to surv/ive is to stear clear of my cur/rent location,

So both of our imaginations/ are creations of the fucking current situation