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