Truly Preezy - Line Leader Flow

Capitalize the H let them know what I’m reppin
Born and raised up in Texas that’s the home of the legends
From the hood where niggas get pop that’s a cold beverage
Baby being broke is dead like a fuckin miscarriage
Number one rule never let a nigga play me
All that tough talk cool but the shit don’t amaze me
Everything i been through can drive a real nigga crazy
This 38 special like it’s born in the 80’s
Tick tick tock tell these niggas that they Time is up
I’m the line leader tell these new rappers line it up
Life is a bitch so what she still fine as fuck
Shining in the hood turn my scars into diamond cuts
Real you pretend to be turn your name to a memory
Life is short word to mini me going hard til they finish me
No i show no sympathy pockets stronger than Hennessy
Fucked her once now she love me that’s that big dick energy
Imma skinny nigga but these hoes loving it
I can make them stay in line like they coloring
They waiting on me like the internet buffering
The Mac sound like duhh duh duh duh that bitch be stuttering
Niggas big cappin half stepping don’t respect that
Hurt the one that’s close to your heart that’s a chest tat
You can bet that cross that line get a wet back
I knew you was gone waste my time that’s why i ain’t text back
Life is a gamble still wishing for paradise
Going up never look down like I’m scared of heights
Yeah i bring that heat but you colder than a pair of ice
I’m hot as fuck my money tall we ain’t even Fahrenheit
I’m the one that can beat up the bully and got the whole playground jumping like a trampoline
I’m ready to the fullest write your name on these bullets
Just so i can give your ass something to read out this magazine
Ice ice baby cool down nigga you ain’t hot
Got her wrapped around my finger suck me like a ring pop
You gone see that red light if you make my green stop
Talking hard behind that phone you can get your screen shot
Excuse me i don’t beg pardons
It ain’t greener on the other side that’s a dead garden
say I’m hard headed but she love when my head hardens
Walking to my room like she on the red carpet
I’m the bomb ticky ticky flow meaner than Icky Vicky
She suck me sip me and lick me
They bussin but cannot hit me
In the cut like a buck 50
Protocols gettin risky
hustle hard like I’m nipsey
Over all til I’m 6 feet
Hold up Runnin shit like a marathon
Preezy is real like I’m meeting Farrakhan
Still i rise puttin on while they tellin lies
My checks filled with blues that keep me verified
I hate fake niggas and i hate fake hoes
Green blue my money change colors like fake gold
Greatest of all time and you a scapegoat
Baby you don’t want to fuck with me you know i take souls
fuck what you think Take a shot what you drink
Aye Cuban with the links Looking like a roller rink
Ass fat don’t need no sink I’m the shit what you mean
say it’s love at first sight Well forgive me if i blink
Throw that H up like I’m nauseous niggas better rap with cautious
I remember when we use to drink water out the faucet
This is art i’m a artist try me you become a target
Apple city til I’m rotten niggas know i go the hardest
Sleeping on me I’ll put a end to ya dreams
Some niggas get cut but I been with the team
You ain’t never have to struggle you ain’t see what i seen
A bad bitch can make em drop chips vending machine

Written by:
DEPREY D LANE

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