Bustdown Vic - 12:23 Am Flow

Okay I like to bust them cases
Picked them up so they can't trace them
Fat woods be hitting hard mo must of laced them
Fuck hoes then replace them
Put Holes up in his face you call that nigga Jason
I'm a devil not masion
(Ha ha)
I don't think you quite understand what I'm saying
I be posted where the devils Demons be blazing
And craving
The Word on the street that yo lifes for takings
And I'll Do anything to make the rainy days stop raining
Shit aye
That's how it be
I'm Back to the pad just to smoke on some tree
Rolled up two blunts and I might just make it three
Whip out a lighter take a hit and I ease
If You the best? Then let's bet
This tec to yo neck
Aim up to yo spect
Blow it off no regrets
The power from the bullet can really make you deft
Had to call mo up like "damn I think I made a mess"
Had to call his bluff like the big bad wolf
He was speaking on the gang ah Nigga that is no good
Paco got the juice finna pour it in my duce
Post up on the ave shoot dice like the hood
Ahhhhh
shit we gatta dip
Cuz the cops got a hint
But we move to slick
Tossed the glock wit da stick
Had to make a few flips
Just to double back quick
Yeah Got some cash I ain't even touch my mattress
I know they pray to god that I slip
I know they pray to god that one day I won't be shit
I know this fucked up train wreak called life is a bitch
Had to cuff off loose ends they was sinking down the ship
The more I try to help myself they hate me
I can't even trust myself I know that I'm shady
I'm trnna pop off like crack back in the eighties
Get packed the fuck out like I'm haiti baby
And honestly lately
It's been driving me crazy
How these hoes ass nigga think they can play me
Turn his lil dome biscuit intosome fucking gravy
Out in the bay where it's easy to Conceal a weapon
But a stuggle raising a baby

Written by:
Victor Membrila

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