BlackDynamite

One me, two hoes, and an M3

That was last week, this morning, I copped a Bentley

Eyes all hazy, cemetery baby

Carhartt jacket, and the ape is bathing

.36 slimmer than Shady, bitch, don't play me

Fuck a buck 50, T-Mac like McGrady

Soaking my brain in bad thoughts, I ain't angry

Baby, I'm used to the tricks my mind playing

Top model leather rider, smoking in Mayfield

Push your man, steppin' to the pimp, get sprayed down

Stomp 'em like K-Town, whiter than eight mile

Yin-Yang twins, start shaking my trey pounds

It's like people think the money came easy

Where were you when we were pushing cans through the evening?

Never picture leaving, never thought I'd see it

A life beyond the dirt road, yes, I need it

Just pass me the mic, I don't need to rehearse

You fuck with Bones, lose your life, now you in need of a hearse

You needing a verse from me, so eager to work

Said no and ran his mouth, now he asleep in the dirt

GPS got the drop, man, you easy to hurt

I need your blood on my hands, so bad that it

Yeah, we're rhyming the same fucking thing