Prompt / Lyrics
(Turn me up…) (Yeah, keep it right there brah) (Yeah) What the fuck are you talking bout? You ain’t for the world-you just talking loud… Young ninja stop the subliminals, I really come from gangsters-and criminals, Never told lies but I won’t be surprised, If I find out that you bend the truth, You bent outta shape, boy-I bend the rules, I was…. Born in the nitty gritty, from the inner cities, And you not-even fucking wit me, I’m a gutter baby, -streets so cold and ugly-but I promise to the view is pretty, I don’t think you wanna go there wit me. South-east-to be exact, 4th street-where the Hittas at, Ed-Edd-and eddy-where we breaking jaws, -laying bodies in the cul-de-sac, What you wanna see? What you from me? Flows glide like a butterfly…….. Freestyles like killer bee, Boy, I’m in the clouds, I Did shit you ain’t been around, I’ll spin you round, Leave your body in the parking lot, Typa shit to make the killaz proud Boy simmer down, My flow is a lethal weapon What’s a king to peasant? first place never been in second, I could give a second, For you to pretend to rep it, Bloods and crips? We don’t a gang… my whole city on some other shit, Shooting blicks at the mothership. I ain’t gonna lie I’m a lil bit late, But, I just heard what you had to say, I acknowledge your style and penmanship, Still ain’t nothing to get out the way, Better count your days…….
Tags
Hip hop, lyrical, smooth
Duration
4:00
Instrumental
No
Created
7/4/2025