This is Maryland rap
That southern boom pap
Lone Leo inside cypher's I'm king and it's fact
Flexin with a cold flame
Just to be blunt
Stomping out my enemy
Trynning k** the fight in me
Straight up no time to lounge,bowleg and pigeon toed
Holding my ground
As if I'm toph
Learning from strangers
Don't mistake me to be solft
f** ignorant religion
And every that follow it
Three types people
Imma B.D. with a scholership
Hatefull maget infested vagainal,they just ain't sh**
Like chetlens
I work with what I got
With no studio im basquiat
With one i peek up
Like a re-up
You can feel my dread
As If i had a head of locs