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