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Now that's right
I mean you know
It's been a long time
I'm just tryin' to throw this shit down
In a proper way
Just a little somethin', a little short somethin'
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
And so I, I wrote this rhyme that I'm about to say
The rhyme was tight and it went this way
Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed
Sheisty niggas keep starin' at me
I had my 4-5 and my 4-4
I put one on my briefcase so them niggas'll know
Lives could get took, that's it, just like the book
Leave you on a meat hook
Smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up while you get took
For yo' scrill, hundred dollar bill, take your pill motherfucker
Why you bullshittin', this shit is real
I ain't no 12 inch, can't mix me up in this bullshit
I got full clips and alone I do my shit
So trust me, your information's faulty
And I wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty
I'd rather step through a fire ring with some gasoline draws
Then fuck with you cause you the type of
Nigga that'll tell 'em everything you saw
With my big bad 40 auto mag
20 Sack nigga get your money back if
You don't think you off that crit-nack
Motivated, totally undominated
I got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it
Easy for me, I didn't have to work
14 Years old in the back drinkin' OE like Kurt
Now wait just the other day, a friend of mine
Told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
And so I, I wrote this rhyme that I'm about to say
The rhyme was tight and it went this way
I know it's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a tight rhyme to step to
Think of all them weak ass albums you slept through
Well I'm your medicine, sorry I kept you
Went to my brother's house, without a doubt
Twisted one up with the nigga, smoked him out
Got to writin' some of that sickmade, my own back fade type script
High enough to write a whole career full of shit, I mean blitzed
Tore up, drunk, high, stuffed, ready to fuck
Throw up, mad I got my cheddar cheese, ass nigga know what?
I don't hold no grudge, I just ain't fuckin' with you no mo'
Mission: stay sickmade and don't let nothin' penetrate my barricade
Barricade, barricade, barricade, barricade
Barricade, barricade, barricade, barricade
I had on Venus, shoulda seen it
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