You was cuttin niggas heads/ while I was gettin some head/ I'm proof you aint gotta be cute to get a bitch in the bed/
I know too many dirty cops to know not to fuck with the feds/
all that shit will get you is fed time nigga/
I kept my shit quiet shhtt its bedtime nigga/
and if I run from the cops I'm redline on them niggas/
straight to the motherfucking borderline peace ill see on the flipside my niggas/
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This is where I post my rhymes, thoughts, and poems. So that my fam and friends can comment and give me input on how it could sound better. Please folks no hating, biting, or trash talking. Save all that for myspace.
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