representin' (Northside, westside, southside, eastside) On my side ain't nothing but hustlas baby Throw yo hood up if you representin' (Westside, northside, eastside, southside) On
I'm the river that flow through the hood Through the woods, through the birds, through the mud Through the bricks over the curves, to the forest reserve
Bing, my style ropa-dope around the ring I'm well promoted, and don't even know Don King Call me the Sam Cassel, shots two minute on the clock Cops
out a frame Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty
dead body Feds got me plastered on the wall like I'm the heir to Gotti I swear to Mambo and Nore and all the left wreck A nigga try front on his body
dick! Now who's the underrated pro, they scared to play on the radio? Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know Flow for flow, no crew can
money in the Bluff or on MLK Since they brough gold back I bought me a gold mack To explode I leave ya back on Old National I'm in a gentlemen's club
flow this flow better ? I'm young gun, young one the young fresh prince of twitter Who do you know that could do it like this ? Only another teen wit a gate toner on
Cause I've been leaning on the bar looking cleaner than the star all these (?) wont give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass and they
on it Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this But on the strength, yo, I think you knew This was just like a dream When you supreme, the king
I scream for, this is my theme park My mind shines even when my thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side, you don't wanna hear that thing talk Let the king
on islam He turned the power to the have-nots And then came the shot Uggh What was the price on his head? What was the price on his head I think I
it, Blind Rhyming saying they did it Shame on them niggas, you come through the set, But never bring them withcha (Chorus) Yea though, the Vet flow
climb in this ring Rhyming with Obama the king End up on the bottom of the things Living inside of ominous springs I'mm in a dream I spit the only kind
Aim, only to use on one of you bums, too scary to box Gimme mines and mines only, you know Nigga you only a hole which shows in the tone of your flow
the Lord, there's guns like the audience You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye
ya with a killer combo King Kong, Godzilla and Rambo Marker author, ain't no bitch I'm down to die for Rifle in your mouth, peace to Poco on a 14
Promised that's just the way it goes) [Hook: Madam D] I just can't go on Feelin' the way I feel I just can't go on Fellin' the way I see, ooh [Prodigal