Went This Way

Two years ago, a friend of mine
told me to write me a tight as* rhyme
and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say
the rhyme is tight and it went this way
And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed
shystie keep staring at me
I had my 45 and my 44
i put one on my briefcase so them 'll know
lives get took
that's it just like a book
do you want a meathook
smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took
fo yo skrill
hundred dolla bill
take yo pill muth*fka
while you bulls**tin dis s**t is real
i ain't no twelve inch
can't mix me up in this s**t
i got full clips
and alone i do my s**t
so trust me you information faulty
and i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty
i'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than fk wit you
cause you the type of nigg* that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my
big bad forty auto mag
twenty sac nigg* get yo money back if you don't think you of that sliznack
motivated, totally undominated
i got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it
easy fo me i didn't have to work
fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk

now just the other day a friend of mine
told me to write me a tight as* rhyme
and so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say
the rhyme is tight and it went this way
i know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you
without a tight rhyme to step to
think of all them weak as* albums you slept through
well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you
went to my brother's house, without a doubt
twisted one up with the nigg*, smoked'em out
got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script
high enough to write a whole career full of s**t
i mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to fk, throw up
man i got my cheddah cheese as* nigg* know what
i don't hold no grudges i just ain't fkin wit you no mo, mission stay
sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade
barracade barracade barracade, barracade