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Published on Mar 26, 2012
Shoutout to Drama B for the Beat...i had to spit something and im calling Dat Boy..
Lyrics: Everybody coming with the Same Scheme Soundin like the mothaf****ing Mainstream Talkin bout he got the crown Who died and made that Lame King Shit I dont know but they can see me Ima Ghost hope they drop yo cd til It's Broke In Da DMV until I GO N i kno, yall aint Sayin Shit uhhing like u Makin Kids talkin bout you ballin you aint shooting bitch you laying bricks Im making Hits, While yall taking Pics Eyes low like an Asian Kid Cuz im twisted like Jamaican Heads These rappers aint making Sense The shit they be cooking be Making Me Sick The shit i be cooking be Making You Twitch Got the world in my palm n Im Making A Fist You frowning yo face up you Hatin This Shit Im Throwing my State up, I THink that Im Sick Like a Bad Doctor, Im losing my Patience If you dont Pratice yo craft, Dont Say Shit Petty shit Im aint got time for Niggas killing over Concords Homey wanted to be Fresh to Death so bad That he Died for it whole world lose they mind lord but i doubt youll kill Mankind for it 2012 my time to soar and hell naw i aint Talking bout Dying Boy Yea we iller dude yall niggas is minuscule write like you in middle school but they pump you like a innertube these Rappers is Dinner Food Im summer hot and Winter Cool Spark my blunt of loud stink up da house jus like some chittlens do