First track recorded with my new mic. More or less a test song but its still a f***in banger! Beat is crazy
[verse 1]
ayo fuck whatchu heard the names M...
....i let the 9 blow.... cuz i only hit 10's --
in my blunts only spin about a gram
im so damn broke -- my pockets holdin out they hands
ill be the man, wit the salvation army --
ringin the bells, but takin home all the money --
im fucked up, son you see me at night
yo the next day, they gon' -- read you your last rights
not a dolla in ya mothafuckin wallet left
nada check, cash, card -- no sir, not a cent
cuz ill be takin it - spendin it - and then im peacin out
and you can see, ima make you all believers now
...like a preacher, son im reachin out
and touchin all you little kiddies with this mothafuckin heater [pow!]
....and leavin semen on your freakin mouth --
leave you bleedin, on the mothafuckin cee-ment jus for speaking out
[hook]
you see me rollin up ....
i got this game on lock ...
we keep on bangin out and bitch
you know this thang dont stop
you see me smokin up ...
Im always blazin weed ....
top down we gettin high
and yo bitch wanna hang wit me ....
[verse 2]
ayo yo a 420 soldier in this place
ill beat you in the face wit a razor blade, leave you on the pave
...left wasted for the red and blue
sirens comin out the side of buildin's, you can bet they gonna get it too
fuckin narcs --- better watch it when they hit the scene
ima take they bean clean -- off wit this frickin beam
....i gotcha shorty in the passenger seat
and my homies in the back and they be passin the weed
i done came along goood, on this hip hop tip
from flowin my first hit -- to smokin the good shit
i was hittin on that merch weed, shwaggity old buds
and now i roll up, wit this dro -- wigga, hold up
..my top down, little blonde for a sidekick
90 down the highway, ridin till I die kid
...I got one chance, better make room->
in the game, for this dude, comin rude in ya face (fool)