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Known for his honest rap lines and tell it like it is flow..
Ray Porter jacks the Hit boy produced "talkin bout" with 50 cent on the hook...#enjoy

Talkin Bout

Ray Porter paints a vivid picture with his latest freestyle over the Jahlil beats produced track.. with ferocious lines like...
"Rap sheet similar to wayne perry/a lot of ni**as dead they just aint buried''.

Northend Ni**a

AND ANOTHER 1...... G.M.L.A.  "MONEY RADIO" THE MIXTAPE....
                       COMING  $OONER THAN U THINK!!

Better Now

In love with da money..(yeah)
Da fetty da gwop
dem bands Da skrilla.(yeah)
Shawty she on it.. (yeah)
my number 1 fan she know What da deal is (yeah) 
Her boyfriend a hater (yeah) 
Mad at da kid cuz I'm doing it major.. 
Give no fucks yeah we don't give no fucks yeah
don't fall in luv yeah 
We don't fall in luv in yeah(yeah)
Just ma type she like ta da do in da club yeah
I'm cool wit da strippers (yeah yeah)
da fat bitches luv me (yeah)
On da road to da riches..(yeah yeah)
let's get back ta da money.. 





Comma$

                                        '' Rap Dreams"
                                              (Lyrics)
I bet ya got it twisted u don't know who to trust/so many rappers in da game tryna sound like us/
truth is dey all living fairytales/poppin pills painting on dey fingers nails/
last seen in jail playing spades wit da killas/now we on campus n da white girls  feel us /
black girls love us ..
puerto ricans love us
Gotta Pocket fulla rubbas.. 
We just Stayin  outta trouble/
in dis game gotta hustle.
show up wit yo hard hat/
put yo hand out u might not get to arm back/
this 1 goes out to alla my fallin comrades.../
sometimes I wish dat I could bring em all back/
But I stay winning/still independent believed in myself ever since da beginning/focused on da love/never mind da hate/
da author of Hartford but I'm writing for da state.
put da icing on da cake
Mike Tyson 88 wit it/
 Tigers in da living room..
I give the livest interviews 
I'm showing u how winners move..wooh.
see u checkin out my tennis shoes/I ain't really in ta  jewels
Occasionally I might drop em..(bling)
 Mines well join da team if can't stop him/gotta shooters like jR running round wit da Ar../think it's game till you get knocked out da play offs...

(Chorus) Rap dreams are made of these
Getting out da  hood and touring over seas/investing ya money and taking care of ya seeds... 
Life too short ain't no future in frontin....

My grandfather played da drums
for James brown/had dreams about my daddy but he never came around/meanwhile i sat on da stoop soaking up game/fascinated how dey wore gold ropes for their chains/could recall a few names buzz roc tuff tote/dapper dan was known fa makin all da tuff coats/blue nine eights dat said self destruction/ran her over kept on goin like it was nothing/sold alota dope cuzzins out in charter oak
 Dd n Dwight got smoked lost a lotta hope/started stealing cars fuckin broads up at Ron a roll/I was wearing body armour u was makin honor roll /b4 booda died he said u gotta blow/favorite michael Jacksong baby u are not alone/I was on my own/pocket fulla stones hands on da chrome/had my big bro inna foster home/started writing poems on my first bid/had my first kid/I cried in my cell same night they murked BIG/

I was 11 wit Mac elevens 
I seen dope feins turn in da reverends
just incase I don't make it to heaven only nigga from my hood on MTV ima fuckin legend/
know my angels smiling from heaven/some say it's luck nah/ nah nigga I'm destined
Never take a loss I study my lessons
 God Body no body gods I'm just here ta bless him...
     (chorus) 
I'm gonna make it if I try/cross my heart hope to die (cross my heart hope to die) I'm gonna make it if I try/cross my heart hope to die..   Gotta Make it!

Dey shooting/killin our yoot dem/now is not da time to be looting/dey gone televise da revolution/mention my name with bobby seale and huey Newton.. 
187 ona undercover/can't stand 2 see dem kill another brother..I on't wanna see another greiving mother....fuck police bruh we killin each other over dum shit..
Money cars n hoes/
jealousy envy thats how it goes/
enemies turn 2 friends,
friends turn to foes/
I ain't have ta write it down dis come from da soul!
Of my 40 belows I'ma rise to the top
Say what I feel n don't care who like it or not/Teacher said I'd be dead or life inna box/chin chillas fa da team
Get wifey da fox..
sittin in da drop watching Larry Davis
money green Pumas wit da aviators
had 2 take it to a never level/
Got my young boys ballin like runnin rebels..
hard work... dedication,no time for celebration
feels like my back up against da wall
 I ain't satisfied till I get it all..
u want da block ....I wanna yacht.
The way my grind set up,,I can't stop!
gotta push it 2 da limit nigga/n on dat note..
 I'm finished nigga. 

All lyrics © 
Eva's Big Brother Publishing™
GMLA  
