....DEAD.
*daps*
that was crazy! the rhyme schemes was exceptional
vocab was great but the whole verse had a gritty
street feel, vivid as fuck, this shit extra my nigga!!!
When I got grams to pies cramped inside of my pants grand design
I let them cannons fly, a quick burst gets em sick hurt
Done did dirt, grab a tricks purse n stomp em out till I kick curbs
Let that whip work while the wrist stirs with a sifter
CRACK!^^^
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get high. write rhymes.
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