L Gwoppo - Keep it thoro freestyle

I make bread build
Up a hunnit thou for real

I put money on your head
Nigga that a get you killed

I eat your food right now
That's the life of a con

Your bitch kiss my ring
Sip Don Perignon My life is Don

Mean it's bosses only next to me
You a boss then get next to me

And please don't get besides yourself
Or be on the left of me

I mean every word I say
No second guessing me

So one wrong word and I spray
Unquestionably

And if you feel the same then fuck it
We both put in jeopardy

I stand on straight principles
You gotta have integrity

I put you in a pine box
Day think that you deading me

My reputation my legacy
Better than yours will ever be

Cause me doggy this shit here
You won't ever be

This ten thousand hunnit packs
Of cooked up crack

On your block annually
Like back to back

Flipping O's into a brick
Like I'm a acrobat

Cheffing up what my wrist
I give em a asthma attack

Reflecting back when I was broke
Remember they was laughing at that

But look I'm getting richer now
Switching up my system now

Funny everything I got
It all came from the ground

And all the cane in the pot
Is for the wave outta town

The work make people wave
When I come back around

And jealousy fuel the hate
That a cause a man down

So how you want beef
You can't afford a quarter pound

And it's nothing for me to spray
The AK or the pound

You in the morning found
Small town not snoring round

Put you in the lost in found
You be lost not found

For body bluffing you get shot
You stand out of bounds

Go head you think I'm bluffing
You stand out of bounds

Listen homie This not rap
This kill on contact

I'm not here for the scraps
I take the big contracts

Influenced by Mean Machine
E Rich and big Contract

Real G'z that founded niggas on twelfth street That's a whole fact

Had H had Crumb
Shawn bae and kojack

This like eighty eight nigga
You know I could go back

Ninety three up on the block
On twelfth I had the gold caps

Cold winters No gloves
No cap No cap

But I'm eleventh street nigga
And the whole Harlem know that

Use to hug on the block
Until I finish the whole pack

Any enemy I ever had
Nigga threw two I threw four back

Written by:
Leon Greathouse

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