ThisYaBoyTyrone - Purgatory (Freestyle)

Balenci walk when I step
They stomped him on sight when I left
Got hit wit it in your chest
Get hit with a beam if you flex
This is a Glock not a tech
Smith and Wesson leave you messy
Tell your shooters not to test me
Cuz I'm ready I'm ready
Got a stick wit a box
You can call it a Chevy
Swing it back forth cuz its heavy
Letting loose
Spill yo spaghetti
Ugn
Spinning blocks
Like this monopoly
Shoot up all your properties
And it really ain't not stopping me
Look at you now
You dead
You got a couple bullets in yo head
Another in yo throat
Cuz I don't miss those shots up close
He got hit so many times
Can't recognize him no more
I guess he got an overdose
This shit right here my kinda flow
Reminiscing got me seeing ghosts
Let me take another toke
Look in the mirror
You might see the grim reaper
But all I see is a nigga defeating his demons
I'm just saying
I don't understand
How it got this way
I been raised on pistols ks and missiles
Getting sent to the principal
Leaving before the dismissals
I'm a criminal
And your lack of respect
I take it personal
Bury you where they never heard of you
Bitch I'll flat out murder you
I can leave a mess
Or I'll get surgical
Coming for the kill
It's like I'm purging you
I know they like to chat
But I wont exchange a word with you

Written by:
Tyrone Spann Jr

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