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von Ray Bop

I think he′s the saddest MC to ever hold a mic
Cold as ice, you should think the seductress was my prototype
You know the hype, bet my whole life if I blow the dice
So precise, scary on these tracks like a poltergeist
Growing colder with 16s out the pistola
Beaming up, not thinking much of you scheming fucks
So we do is steam the blunt, mind on a million bucks
Find me on the up and upward to my L, fuck is up, nigga?

Hardcore uncut, nigga


Like I pack crack up for lunch, nigga
Crunch time, bitch I shine, peep when sun rhyme
Free your mind, I spit these bars one time

Uh, I fell in love with it, hop up into it
Peep how I do it, speak dope fluent
I do it, peep how I do it, speak dope fluent
If they hate, fuck you
Well tell them niggas get they own hustle

Nigga
Ha
CHG, bitch