Who really sold white had to fight or up the pipe? i'm really hype from the slums to open mic hope you like earned my stripes doin' dumb shit i wasn't thinkin' right drinkin' brown and snortin' white on a mission code name betty wright "tonight is the night" now that's real after every verse you should write sike, don't get me wrong yeah ya words do excite the mind but do you recite ya rhymes? i have seen so many simps slip and spit recycled lines. fake bars, i make bars real as possible so take your's and blow it out your ass freestyle is a art so spit it from the heart i'll bite back if you bark then again' i been thinkin' bout the night's i ain't had pockets hurtin' bad had to stash bags in the drawer next to the trash bags. i was raised with black flags black masks black mags tic tac toe was our hash tags sometimes i flash out when i have flash backs that's facts dirty pistols call em kat stacks got a knife on the K yeah i back stab blade enter your body threw ya back pack puncture wound leave ya dearly departed i was nearly incarcerated thank god i made it they hated i was exonerated no evidence for the case like godzilla ate it glad they can't convict us by race open and shut mother nature open your butt, i looked in the sky and asked is we fuckin' or what? the world is a slut hope you know what was up even tho the metaphor was a bust, FUCK THE WORLD.