Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me to write me a tight a** rhyme
And so i, i wrote this rhyme that i am about to say
The rhyme is tight and it went this way
And i'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed
Shystie n***as keep staring at me
I had my 45 and my 44
I put one on my briefcase so them n***as'll know
Lives get took
That's it just like a book
Do you want a meathook
Smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took
Fo yo skrill
Hundred dolla bill
Take yo pill muthaf**a
While you bullsh**in dis sh** is real
I ain't no twelve inch
Can't mix me up in this sh**
I got full clips
And alone i do my sh**
So trust me you information faulty
And i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty
I'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than f** wit you
Cause you the type of n***a that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my
Big bad forty auto mag
Twenty sac n***a get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack
Motivated, totally undominated
I got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it
Easy fo me i didn't have to work
Fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk
Now just the other day a friend of mine
Told me to write me a tight a** rhyme
And so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say
The rhyme is tight and it went this way
I know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you
Without a tight rhyme to step to
Think of all them weak a** albums you slept through
Well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you
Went to my brother's house, without a doubt
Twisted one up with the n***a, smoked'em out
Got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script
High enough to write a whole career full of sh**
I mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to f**, throw up
Man i got my cheddah cheese a** n***a know what
I don't hold no grudges i just ain't f**in wit you no mo, mission stay
Sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade
Barracade barracade barracade, barracade