MVP
• Written by dlittle33
steady thinkin about the money
so sweet taste something like honey
then i put the strap to your tummy
guess shit now aint looking to funny
grew up poor but never been bummy
humpty dumpty now your bodies gone
now look at what you had made me done
not in my zone no pass better run
like a bad chick who try but can't cum
if you can't write hot bars buy you some
Hot where i'm from, the cops know don't come
sip on henny til they turn up some
say I'm paranoid cause where I'm from
Feedin' kids to slutty nuns with bums
ill when i speak in many tongues
Smoke until i ain't got no more lungs
I’m a rare one, camo’s and white ones
In kitchen, whippin' blow, got same flow
keep den boys who serve it on the low
sit back and I'm the man of the show
row your boat hope fake niggas don't float
walk in grab the mic and drop my coat
i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote
but take time as if getting good throat
slam dunk rewind click got the remote
This the realest shit i ever wrote
no script but i know stick to g code
didn't really come from no happy home
my pain i know is hard to decode
while time spent building yellow brick roads
like governments charge a hater tolls
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dlittle33
Member since November 10 2014