Flatline

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My turn to rap f*ck it im going on
Only want the cash come in bags like a loaf of bread
Aint bringing loads of bread
Front and your bro is dead
Wont miss skating on foot like theyre rollerblades
Now if I aint a hot guy
Bring your top five
I could get em dumped off like shots fired
Been hot shouldve signed to a record deal
This thing rock you to the core like heath dying from pressure pills
Hear a verse world dope on a track
Haters either way you listen to these bars still full out crack
The mack chump pull out that you can chew on that
You something sweet like snackfood
About to bang on these dudes
Tight like these chicks with their jeans on
Cash on the mind aint about bread then he prolly get leaned on
Feed fuel to the fire thats torched lips
And watch the prick take aim blowing shots with a poor wrist
Dont like me could fill you with llama lead
Like head of state run this thing like obama did
If theres beef ill rock ya man until theres big knots in his
Air em out leave em stretched like a taco spread
Just getting warmed up like the steam off a heat rag
All thats needed is a nine and a ski mask
And dick your main chick gotta skeet fast
Stuff a nigga quick something like weed in a bag
Might just bleed when it blasts
Three in his abs
Loves to squeeze when they pass
Thats heat on their ass
And look mah just if you listening
You could get the stiff dick
Lets dip and we could smear off the lipstick
Dont mention it sick and the flow tight
Those rap lines worthless like a kid with a broke bike
This that snow white
Not disney nigga that cocaine
Going hard on these tracks like throwing in propane
This rawer than dope
Your whole team flatline
Route plot it and scheme
Homeboy mapping mine
Plus got all the juice
Fresh off the grapevine
Hunger feel it you burn
Go hard off of state time
Out the pen from doing numbers like a dope charge
Twelve and a half for a stick up not a dope charge
No gun gotta get it on the muscle
Boy think of all the folks that i done hustled
Now want beef i bring it to your front door
Cause im riding thats something like a jump off
Different class no man can compare
Cause listen my fucking buzz like ecstasy pills
Hard body get stripped from your skin to your bones
Put on steel toes spread fear to feed to his soul
No one spit it better like glock nines or berettas
Putting holes through that thick ass sweater nigga
And why bother with gun slings or fist fights
Goons go to work get you aired out like dirt bikes
Aint it just a bitch when you dealt the hand
In the county pen wearing greens like a celtic man
About mine and niggas foul in the state prison
Fresh out and bust nine hope the eight lift em
Loud mouth go ahead try and your brains noodle
Turn to soup dead thats weight like a sumo man
Thought i said it im the man can you feel me
Aint doing this you might as well kill me
Comes to digging in your women got more whips than car pools
Greasy with the pen bring words to life them cartoons
But hell no wont let bygones be bygones
Rather blast off more in tune than ipods
Hold on to your seat they letting out a bad monster
Get cake proper thats more bread than head doctors
This rawer than dope
Your whole team flatline
Route plot it and scheme
Homeboy mapping mine
Plus got all the juice
Fresh off the grapevine
Hunger feel it you burn
Go hard off of state time
Out the pen from doing numbers like a dope charge
Twelve and a half for a stick up not a dope charge
No gun gotta get it on the muscle
Boy think of all the folks that i done hustled

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