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[R. CaFE!!!]

Im a grinder/9 to 8/
dats 23 not 11/plus the hours u wait/

Im in the hourglass cuttin up weight/
dont fucc the program up/
this burner right here will butt up ur face/
and bake ur van up/

when u try to split/
and u see the blood mayne/
u swear dat we ridin wit crips/

we ridin wit clips/
for extra shootouts/
we on sum foul shit/
tie up ur bitch/
shoot in her mouth/
while we fire up spliffs/
u in a drought/

watchin numberz go up like the N-Y-S-E/
F dot ur favorite rapper/
hes toe up in the Lex Jeep.../

shit...I had to make this broadcast stop/
this broad casts so much info swear he works 4 the cops/
no matter how much u tell him/
he just wont stop/
hes just an internet rapper that got cleared off his block/
I bake @ WaxFase quick and tear off wit da glock/
P-90, greyscale pussy hope ya lungs dont flop....
u got bad lungs...dats right u brought ur puffer wit u/
just tack on a couple of miles/
we'll still come and get u.
nigga.

 

[thatguy]

like i tell lots of people, it is better to have a story then to go on about nothing

 

[R. CaFE!!!]

^which 1 does this rhyme lean closer to-

 

[thatguy]

well if there is a story in these lyrics, i aint really gettin it, seems more like braggingno offence

 

[R. CaFE!!!]

^none taken