Tavis Moore - Verse lyrics

The limit to hit it's three times Homie say "pa** the doobie back" I don't mind; Grab some water I hate when I catch the Scooby snacks Spit some rhymes on my grind Hustler Ain't talking stacks of nudey mags Sharp like needles To feeble minded Keeble Spit it to the max My lines Too raw Tuesday to Tuesday trash the two piece bag I shine Crews fall cruel fate if two faced don't act like you be strapped Not a shoota But I got dudes ta Put a Harvey Dent in your dome And all these n***as think they calling the shots Boy I take the clip from your phone Damn All that sh**'s gone have to get explained later Put in work on the mic f** OT This IL: Insane labor The Jane make a n***a write some have you looking at amazed haters Admitting to my first place position My intention's to shame fakers