(unfinished)
• Written by Rico
just a chance for me to make it out,
dont show me were its at ,
i rather make the routes,
i know i got it bad,
i just need the time,
as i stuff it in the bag,
and i proceed to grind,
money climbing to an altitude,
i keep it fly, until we out of fuel,
no need to lie,
deeper than aqua science,
every time i bless the track,
i optimize it,
Listen,
memories of the late 90s,
smoke all in the kitchen,
momma cookn up the hind feet.
pops been missing,
i was one to go and time him.
20 sumtn years later,
now i got three myself,
and imma feed them,
before i ever gone feed myself,
im sptin hurricane winds,
you gone need FEMA help!
Listen
im like the don
when It come to this here!
My words so Crisp , clear !
I rap it like
Now roll this piff here.
I dish em the whole Plate,
They love how it Disappaer,
They Call for some weight ,
More money more hate,
Just to know how the dough taste,
They sell they sole ,
For me
this is more than what your records sold
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Rico
Member since August 28 2014