Forgive me for my brass talk, I send love to the haters/ no hand out, send back all the favors/ both hands out like Corner where is the paper/ no doe here so I send them to the Baker/ bypass the minor when you dealing with the major so Im reproducing right for every master-debater. Im chllin where the fresh air be, even though the fog make the fresh air wreak/ show me to the hood where the fresh air wreak, I WAS MADE FOR THE DIRT LIKE A FRESH PAIR OF CLEATS/ Im in my zone man/ Young dude on my grown man. I gotta say, Much love to the people, waiting for there shots, like a free throw(keep waiting). And much love to the talkers of the fecal, hating that The Corner moving this dope- REGO. I wont stop til the Boss say, talking about the Son and the rain be the forte. Takin bout the love and the pain. What it cost me? No bread, none of yall paying what the Boss pay. Spread love all day and get ready for the love, like foreplay. Stay out of the Cross way. Its something that a Boss say. youtu.be/VSE_5GqJips
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 12:24:48 +0000
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