Comin back at cha witha Nina in my grip/ The young nigga J ready to let the led slip/ Hollow points ready to buss when we rush/ Filled fulla lead for them niggas messing with us/ spittin it hard, keepin it live/ Never seen a real nigga with some much hatred in the eyes/ Lovin to see the blood spill fo the thrill of the kill/ that's why a nigga keeps the steal/ Flowin while on the e-pill/ Let's keep it gutter and grimey like a wet puss my flow is slimey/ slick as hell on the block is where ya'll niggas find me/ gotta stay on the grind to get mine all the time/ sun down to sun shine, let's pull the lick one more time
Reason for writing:
That one's for my lil homie Jaired. One love lil cousin. Keep it gutter man.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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