Freestyle #2

Another freestyle on this pad,

Ah let's go

 

Now you've got a choice, step up or be scared

I've been there done that, so beware

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

Maybe i should check my rehab in this fucking fitted cap

And take the taxi cab, cuz your rhymes are nothing but trash

Talk much shit cause i never had shit I could remember being

whupped in class,

Because now I'm throwing stones when my heart is made of

glass

And before the reaper shows, no more cutting class

Cuz I got money

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

That's when the time the soldiers throw the smoke grenades

outta gas, I need to pass the gas before I suffocate the ash

That's mad because the ash is black and it's back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Yeah