this One nigga got got in the parking lot Cause his punk ass ran me hot Talking about he coming back With his boys and his gat But he ain't never coming
Wait a minute man Ay check this out man It was this blind man, right? Man check this It was this blind man, right? He was feelin' his way down the street
[Intro] Wait a minute man Hey check this out man tell it There was this blind man right It was this blind man right He was feelin' his way down the street
Wait a minute, man. Hey, check this out, tell it. It was this blind man, right? Man, check this out- it was this blind man, right? He was feelin' his
style of rhyming That you could take home and try out A 100 Bars per hour, sometimes I doubled the writing Secret signature time equals the hardest part to figure out
living, use the gun to go to prison Doing hell of time with them scandalous bitches Back looped out, smoked out hit an another one When I'm bombed out, smoked out