Reppin Speedy Creek, holdin dope in my cheek, freakin out, beakin off when i’m speakin. Blood leaks from the gash i gave ya to the head, take yer cash, call the meds and mash out. Smack u like a car crash, dont eyeball my hash, unless you got cash, er fingers start missin. Cops pull me over, they got nothin, they be fishin, wishful thinkin they will get me, but i’m jumpin round like Jet Li on a rhyme spree!
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