gang (freestyle)

waq-waq-waq-waq-waq-waq-waq-waq

huh?

young brodie punt it

run the shit back

straight to the 100's

fuck a zig zag

ate with the bummies till i hit jack

pot now my life good

now my bitch bad

came up in a trifle hood

where they kill rats

had to sacrifice a lot from my guilty past

drill class

i ain't really-really wanna pass it

but my bro did now it's flowers on his casket

that shit was worthless

can't name me a reasonable purpose

a gift and a curse shit

the reaper keep lurking

oh my

oh my

oh my lord

nowadays all i ever rap hard be the fucking squad

every moloko member be a fucking god

every hit large very lit stars

cherry mink cars barry spit" bonds