troublesome
• Written by Lboy
i forth griped the wooden grain
starts with the first time
after that cant get it of your mind i mean the feel of the nine
strraped and loaded
grab a couple extra clips incase i gotta reload it
napalmfire is what i spit
these fake ass rappers cant handel it
came into the game they call rap and dismantled it
these pussy lost there chance and were granted it
i actually put in work and expanded it
ill slice open the side of your neck like a gill slit
they said you could do it
but clearly ur unfit
and cant handel it
spitting so complex your mind cant transmit the meaning
so the begining of the gleaming age started
distorted shoulders angel on one devil on the other
one like a mother other like a blood brother
they both talking to me through my ear
talking to quit tho i cant hear
yeah black on black i started that
shoot me down im coming back
got more lives then a cat
money got you sweating and thats that
money got me hustling and thats fact
offical from the start nigga all brains an heart
fe fi foe i got a giant bowl ready
bic in my hand holding it steady
voice in my head scream logan
you aint ready but i push it awway and get on the stage
start spitting bucks with a 12 gage
impact the aduience with my mysterious ways
lucifer like lightening lushsly striking
over and over and it frightening
new worl spiking from the underground
where most skill lays but is never found
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Lboy
Member since June 6 2014