Chapter 41

Chapter 41 Spit fine cocaine razr blade tongue, read between the lines Instead of snorting them up wit dollars signs Addict or trapper nigga choose a side Grind like a rail bitch I'm out for mine, Biggie said dont get high on your supply This is not a lie, if you sell loud by the dime Spark a L wit my niggas just to fly This dont gotta be justified by the system I just always diss em, cause they on a mission Take our black brothers and sisters lock them up forget dem See feds like chips I'm dipping Never catch me slipping On ice rinks move wit precision Beat's neck I'm grippin Death by submission, so you better listen Didn't have a chance to tapout, go in the booth cause blackouts Throw a stack out, cause I'm flatout, don't you bad mouth a great musician Young kid spittin magic keep psychics for supervision Young rap messiah has risen, judges have made a decision It's Second Nature to you haters, pussy wet had to drop anchors My heart moves like glaciers, niggas with no game rapers Betty Crocker my dope baker. Ain't a D-boy gonna take her Ain't shit sweet nigga Imma jaw breaker You should ask Ed Edd and Eddy Cut hoes like sharpened machetes The bars I got talkin plenty Till that shit pay for a new Bently Havin money tree shade dreams I remember vaguely still made Skeamz It's amazing, purple hazing Cause I smoke niggas who talkin shit Don't get the lines to this hit nigga pass the spliff In rotation you was fifth Cause you ain't throw in on this Silly bitch what you forget You hit cigarettes chewing Nicorette If she flexibal wit dem ligaments Imma hit her, lick her with no regrets Have a lil kid illegitimate Off the liquor I'm still diligent Rock camo ammo militant Feelin it spit slugs killin it Mind and track merged, ask her, Imma absurd bastard When I wax her, she said hit it from the back slow I hit it faster, you know how it goes But I digress, tryna be the best Touch success like a smooth finesse Tryna fool the rest Literally drop jewels it's ludicrous You ain't bout it make no sense You just talk money nonsense For this gwop beyond obsessed Got the mind state of a lunatic Shoot a Mac 10 in lieu of Tec Like a cameraman on a movie set Meditate while doin it, I'm enlightening my fuckin buddah kit Tryna reach nirvana in vaginas of primandonas My motivation's the commas, got me grove back like a emperor who a llama Imma a charmer, turn the booth into a suana Get on a dope track, that would be my honor, tryna slap box, I'm E Honda Don't get dem fuck boys call em Kwanzaa Ponder how this money clean I londered, Doc this song is a goner