over fabolous breathe


my rhymes are hard its like im spitting boulders/
my gats are begging me saying"please load us"/
and when i hold em/
i got no choice but to unload 'em/
finesse need to pay me bills cuz i turned dudes face to pudding/
i tried to resist but i couldnt/
you said my name when i told you shouldnt/
i slay dudes when i roll thru the streets sweeping/
leave u for dead like u a bum in the streets sleeping/
dats y u the only one here that literally be in the streets eating/
literally you gone die shitty/
you like a bitch with a itty bitty tiny titty/
dudes dont notice u til shit grows out your chest/
but its gon be bullets dat blow out your chest/
if u a prophet im God so consider urself blessed/

That shit was wack doggy no homo

no one asked you

ok