im standin.. for the rap gods..
(andre) i tried to earn wings but, i think i grew and thats why mc's rock me like porn flowin like the water in the river i suppose it in the hennessey sipper, thank me to do a show, and we tryin to do a palace, a midnight jet, my soul off to dallas, its somethin like cream when we on the scene other mc's and wanna join the team would fly, ride the engines of pimps the colors candy coated, incredible rims and my dreams of what people sayin, get a job i realize now it was all the rap i slither the streets like a boa constricter on my car dashboard got the pictures leather and energy , could that be me? smokin listenin to run DMC? my repute wass a rap child, of steel with no crew man, your life is sealed add a of all kinds, with gun zippers in em' see notes dont last long, we cant to spin em' oh cars, and bars, weed, greed, and maintain my women, clown the of these hoes man, my festive up braid the of a rhyme after restin on to my lifetime grind im an angel thats high smoken' weed up in heaven as crooked as reverends, b-ball playground legends triangle, some say sinsanati bang goes, 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 said he had a but i dont mess with ships the freak, said she hated dope dealers, clock they ends, i said which is why ur payin this then nickatina, im something simbad the sailor dress in red and black, the true of a raider