Crashing In
• Written by BigMac
My flow so sick make you ill quick
flick the bic to my blunt to get lit
There's no quitin after 2 or 3 hits
Pass it back to me so I can get my fix
My style stay cooler than cardice
Lyrics like a samurai sword slice
not a dagger or a small knife
Steel is sharp so I cut precise
Lid on the rap game, and I'm just toppin'
bass poppin, as I'm spittin' bars that stay shocking
No trottin', or walkin'. Heart throbbin',
probably cause I'm running on this track
Training like the turtles with the rat
Shredder always plottin' his attack
Haters stay talkin' behind my back
Thinking that I care, but I'm care free
Going out in public just to hit my weed
Call the medic and he will guarantee
shit will definitely put you right to sleep
Damn! At least attempt to stay up, you scrub
and dont interrupt, or you might somewhat
disrupt my energy thats bumpin like subs
And if you would, please, cleanup when I'm done
I know things get messy like mud
Blood on my leaves, oh crud
No turning heads, no shrugs
Things get hectic living out here with these thugs
Stuck in the trap, shootin' gats, and flippin' drugs
Flexin' on niggas until the cops unveil
I'm on a higher path, ain't got time for jail
Family on my back, ain't got time to fail
Niggas got my back, in due time we'll prevail.
Dreams of living an amazing fairytale
All we do is live just to keep it real
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BigMac
Member since July 23 2014