from the craziest places people be playing mazes//
cause is crazy to see all these faces//
getting dump, cause they get jump and end up with lumpz//
people doing crunk while there people being bump, so this goes to all these bumps//
who be selling rocks but aint living in bloks//
i get the street shocks, but other people who aint street still selling them rocks, and fo nothing sittibng on a jury box//
my rhymes aint for whips but they fo people who are blured by an eclipsed//
you see little kids in ships, but thats fo the dwips, and i got luv for bloods and crips//
shit goes to all them drug dealers who aint living in rough places
cause is crazy to see all these faces//
getting dump, cause they get jump and end up with lumpz//
people doing crunk while there people being bump, so this goes to all these bumps//
who be selling rocks but aint living in bloks//
i get the street shocks, but other people who aint street still selling them rocks, and fo nothing sittibng on a jury box//
my rhymes aint for whips but they fo people who are blured by an eclipsed//
you see little kids in ships, but thats fo the dwips, and i got luv for bloods and crips//
shit goes to all them drug dealers who aint living in rough places