Monday, April 2, 2012

Wake up.


I am balling and grinding to get swollen stacks, I am all that when it comes to making ill tracks, the top biling to get the dollars, holla for a soulful vocals to go global like Fed ex, Mad lads are packed, spill brew and go to war, thoughts are mad poor, rotting to the core, bragging about drinks are poured, others nag, if brothers lack,
I bounce like skippy ball, wake up practice harder you.........

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