told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
 and so I, I wrote this rhyme that I am about to say
 the rhyme is tight and it went this way
 And I'm on my briefcase wit some crumbled weed
 shystie niggas keep staring at me
 I had my 45 and my 44
 i put one on my briefcase so them niggas'll know
 lives get took
 that's it just like a book
 do you want a meathook
 smoke a fat blunt on my couch wit my feet up while you get took
 fo yo skrill
 hundred dolla bill
 take yo pill muthafucka
 while you bullshitin dis shit is real
 i ain't no twelve inch
 can't mix me up in this shit
 i got full clips
 and alone i do my shit
 so trust me you information faulty
 and i wouldn't eat you cause your meat's too salty
 i'd rather, step through a fire ring wit some gasoline draws than fuck
 wit you
 cause you the type of nigga that'll tell'em everything you saw, wit my
 big bad forty auto mag
 twenty sac nigga get yo money back if you don't think you of that
 sliznack
 motivated, totally undominated
 i got that sickness and the remedy, my momma made it
 easy fo me i didn't have to work
 fourteen years old in the backseat drinkin o.e. like kirk
 now just the other day a friend of mine
 told me to write me a tight ass rhyme
 and so i, i wrote this ryhme that i'm about to say
 the rhyme is tight and it went this way
 i know it's been a long time, i shouldn't left you
 without a tight rhyme to step to
 think of all them weak ass albums you slept through
 well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you
 went to my brother's house, without a doubt
 twisted one up with the nigga, smoked'em out
 got to writin some of dat sicc made my own bacc fade type script
 high enough to write a whole career full of shit
 i mean blitzed, toe up, drug cost up, ready to fuck, throw up
 man i got my cheddah cheese ass nigga know what
 i don't hold no grudges i just ain't fuckin wit you no mo, mission
 stay
 sicc made and don't let nothin penetrate my barracade
 barracade barracade barracade, barracade