all day flow

[FuckTheFeds]

We dont play nigga shoot ak nigga
Bang bang aint a thing nigga
Since i was real young my trigger finger on my gun this aint no fun u dont want none we eat u up like lunch son
N i know that i stunt my ass off
I dont look back that is so whack
Keep a full bag in my backpack
They say they need that
I be there so fast
Still tote a strap homie
Thats 100 shots heading at your face
I think now he str8
Aint no more hate
Time to bake bake
Get my cake cake
Like rihanna son
I got bank yo
Go tell your hoe bro
That i said lego ho
She steep my way
U to broke see
I make money n the hoes follow me
This is just a free
Bout my everyday life as a g
It all just comes to me
When im in her it feel like dinner
No beginner ima sinner
N a winner u a loser
So u lose her me i gain hoes
In plain cloths they kno
That i fuck em right
But have u walking wrong

[greeking]

haha he said ^^
"time to bake bake, time to get my cake cake"
i dont know if you fake,
but i like how you think mate/

im a young nigga too,
weighin my options thru the triple beam
some hit the corner,
but i hit the seam
truck stick,
and im out clean/
i dont pass the ball
im a 1 man team
All i have is a blunt and a hell of a dream

Had that dream, of me succeeding, leading,
No more sitting on the bench watching the girls cheerleading,
Sitting in a glass house, throwing rocks at the ceiling.

Now i pull up in phantoms
and Pull up in jags
Im buying her gucci
Direct by the bags/
Straight from the street
to straight to a suit
YSL tailored
As i grab for the loot/

I sold my soul to the devil
But not for cheap,
i knew itd be worth somethin'
and I think he sold it to meek/

[FuckTheFeds]

ok greek this aint a rap battle but u aint weak
but me I rhyme on these beats and ride on these streets
keep it so g I cant be a sell out
my momma raised me to look out
the windows we had n wait for dad
he aint show I cried on the low
this world Is so cold I aint asking for a coat
I keep it hot fireman gotta go
so now u know not to come at me
get your own shit write about it
n see if the real listen up
n if they don't then they dumb
till next time greek im done

[greeking]

I aint looking for a battle.
Im looking for the real,
The ones thatll stand up
The ones that'll kill/
This aint ya pool music
This that grab ya tool music
Two 9's singin'
Makin sweet music/
High school flunkie
Pill poppin junkie,
Im full of myself,
But im still hungry/
Never stick to the script
off the dome when i spit
Bad bitch when i hit
Kush got me feelin' lit/
I dont even rap,
I was born in the trap,
28 gram,
Put ya boy on the map.