Freestyle of nethin, holla to all my niggas at ma new and old schools,

perpatrating colors but always keepin it real, learn how to deal cus my flow is oppressive, this is the recession, stop second guessin, my rhymes cus you gonna mess up while im blessed up, never spit the truth, only enough room, for one G unda dis roof, so i keep my flows down to a miimal act, its a fact, im gettin a contract, so hop off my sack. Where im from we carry pistols, matta fact we carry shotties, leavin holes in ya body, who argue witus? nobody!