cypher
• Written by hsteb
woke up at noon with not a clue what to do
one's gotta make up his mind about a thing or two
hittin threes with ariza in 2k14
five guys around six, i mean, i ate
nine times outta ten, these lesser rapper cats hate
seems like a fake gucci purse around they waist
with the way that they actin
when they hear fleek sounds of rap masters
go backwards, trace it to the source
sauced last saturday night
wild shit goin' on,
rollin' with a wild bitch, smoke wild lawn
wild swan song jam through system in stere-ere-o
like doom always say, bring the mic everywhere you go
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hsteb
Member since April 21 2013