Mic Checker

I'm double bagging
At the grocery store
Just in case
He wanna get shot
Speaking to em
Wit a closed mouth
Cut the pistol barkin
All the shit I say
Jewels on me
Ain't no wrist watch
Don't know when it happened
I just know I did it
Now he leaking from the holes
Left in him
Holy ghost holy spirit
He ain't got it
I hope his momma
Kneel and pray to God
Thats the only man
That can save him
Light up the block
No street lamp
Had to work today
And I'm still vampin
I'm uh let this
Muthafucka go
Two clips
Why you fuckin wit me
I'm a dirty
Muthafuckin problem

Solving issues
Like a pocket tissue
Why you running
Might end up
In front of you
Dead awake
Is what I'm about
T leave him
Only prints that's left
Is on the paper
Pick em up
Drop em off
These niggas be too soft
Opening mouth for the tip
Fuck a lick
Let you taste this
This steel hotter
Than the plastic
Rubber grip
I let yo lady hit
She the last thought
Got her water bending
Tryna dry me out
Know some things about you
Leave em hanging
Like a clothes line
Don't make me come
And cut ya down
Word to my rounds
And I'm on it
Back at the house
Before dinner ready
Quick to speak
I Hope ya hand steady