Random Freestyle

uh oh, the first word spoke. weed smoke, guns toke and books wrote all to the word. haha nigga got that unspoken recording introduction of a destruction coaching revoking sinner. get ya Saints to play against the Steelers. we all stealers of that subconscious shit. lyrics are fit like that cat fucking with old dogs. cleverness just the restlessness of my tastebuts, put ya all out with the sparkle of fire salvia. burn bars with tires, spinning with the genesis infinti of genetics. 4 kids, all eighteens. back in 07, that's what we were. now A.D.D got blog out, fell off now up to re up. woo, does it make sense? just some dollars, lost friends. just some pussy, lost respect in the end. just love, hate came with it. ended with this...