Sittin’ my room with smoke up in my bowl,
Counting my bread  while writing some sick flow
That’s when I hear a knock up at the front door
It’s my homie cash up with his street blow

Sittin’ my room with smoke up in my bowl,
Counting my bread  while writing some sick flow
That’s when I hear a knock up at the front door
It’s my homie cash up with his street hoe

“Have you heard the rumors? All about your bread? Buncha street dudes are lookin to shoot ya dead.”

That’s why I keep my piece filled with hot lead
Put five or six in their fuckin head
Absolutely go ruthless and remove their face
No casket for yall, it’s a “closed case”.
That’s why Kendrick rapped about the mad town
For any bro or homie that’s actin like a clown.
Bozo bros with no hoes and no flows,
Fuck around and get filled up with holes
Or maybe get knocked with one of your hoes
That’s just how the street circus goes
So imma relax and keep bein a real G
And not some fake ass wangsta like Caleb B.

Sittin’ my room with smoke up in my bowl,
Counting my bread  while writing some sick flow
That’s when I hear a knock up at the front door
It’s my homie cash up with his street blow

Sittin’ my room with smoke up in my bowl,
Counting my bread  while writing some sick flow
That’s when I hear a knock up at the front door
It’s my homie cash up with his street hoe

Cream cheese city has the rat feelin hungry
Little white boy should stick with singing country
Rnb, Polk, or even techno.
Music for people born with no flow.
Some people say that I’m wild and sporadic
I’m just an addict, for this fully automatic
Fanatic, fully manic pyromaniac
High off crack, Jack, and the bottle black.
Soon I’ll be asked to host the fucking Grammys 
Room full of rich overzealous pansies 
Glorifying rappers? More like chimpanzees
Gown ass men wearing skirts and panties
Kanye West selling Yeezy’s from his van
Dessed in all black, like he’s the Batman
If he dressed in white, he be part of the clan
Burning crosses with Steve Mann 
Imma rap this, better nut up
Because I need to shut the fuck up.

Imma let it be.
Ayo
Take it away Donny T

Hustle King Supreme (feat. MADISON MENACE)

No way this kid thinks we're in the same league yeah,
he's standing there like Poland  
bitch im the Blitzkreig
light another bowl and then I'll take your soul ay
Caleb
Saw his ass down at the gay club
Bros like 5 foot 1
thats tragic
come and fuckin test me boy
this rifle automatic
come catch these hands for free
tax included
took this fuckin track, then abused it 

  
your life is a blunder 
im bringin the thunder
when Im done    
you'll be 6 feet under 
how you timeout in chess
got you under duress
talkin bou t your benchpress
like bro we know you crossdress
wanna be thug with no bandana
no wonder you       couldnt get dayanna



You look like a bitch
I stay strapped with the switch
Catch my next stream on Twitch
Caleb dead in a ditch
you dont stand a chance  
dont try to come back bro 
or ill bend your ass over,
break you back ho

Blunder [Prod. Kziller]

Yung D¥Lf

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