im standin.. for the rap gods..
(andre) i tried to earn but, i think i grew horns and maybe why mc's rock me like porn like the water in the mississippi river i suppose it grows in the hennessey sipper, me to do a show, and we to do a palace, like a midnight jet, my roams off to dallas, its somethin cream when we hustle on the scene other mc's and freaks join the team dealers would fly, ride the of pimps the colors candy coated, incredible rims and my dreams of what people sayin, get a job i now it was all the rap gods i slither through the like a boa constricter on my car dashboard got the gangsta leather and energy , could that be me? smokin listenin to run DMC? my repute a rap child, emotions of steel represent with no crew man, your life is add a two's of all kinds, with gun in em' see notes dont last long, we cant wait to em' oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and maintain my women, the rest of these hoes man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme after restin on to my lifetime grind im like an angel thats smoken' weed up in heaven we're as crooked as reverends, b-ball legends triangle, some say sinsanati goes, stars fangle hand cold as chris krango, we hearts and rib praps, take trips far at the gap, ten by the rap gods shoot the git, so i it with some weed, bacon, eggs and grits i can block the sun, like a my homie he had a yaght but i dont mess with ships the freak, said she hated dealers, they clock they ends, i said which is why ur payin rapper then nickatina, im something like the sailor dress in red and black, the true of a raider