Yo, they call me Reen, the illustrator of anger you ain’t seen
Blunt roller, gun shots dolente, rush of pain mixed with morphine
Street chauffeur, illist doper, best in worst a negative hoper
One view point of this life being a stage and I’m the joker
Live high, dream big, don’t mix money with rich shit
This is some blunt real big, fuck it when ya low, it’s sick
Fly when you fly gun shots fly in the hood where they all die
But hood is like your mom, blood will always dry for it in style
And niggaz go pop shells that are faceless but still end up popping wings acting aimless
While I’m thinking popping tens to 16’s, tattooed red inks
Passing my niggaz case less disc and I tell em to bump this
Learn from the attire of jesus but when it’s time just be a Nazi pig
You kill one and your killing us all so when you go to war don’t be soft, you better be sick
Life is short in the hood, we don’t pray but yes we got one lord
If it’s a big shot then it’s from a big heart
Gangster to a gentleman, all follow one lord
So my rhymes time if done, let me pass it to big sheek
Let him louch your ass with his big dick
Blunt roller, gun shots dolente, rush of pain mixed with morphine
Street chauffeur, illist doper, best in worst a negative hoper
One view point of this life being a stage and I’m the joker
Live high, dream big, don’t mix money with rich shit
This is some blunt real big, fuck it when ya low, it’s sick
Fly when you fly gun shots fly in the hood where they all die
But hood is like your mom, blood will always dry for it in style
And niggaz go pop shells that are faceless but still end up popping wings acting aimless
While I’m thinking popping tens to 16’s, tattooed red inks
Passing my niggaz case less disc and I tell em to bump this
Learn from the attire of jesus but when it’s time just be a Nazi pig
You kill one and your killing us all so when you go to war don’t be soft, you better be sick
Life is short in the hood, we don’t pray but yes we got one lord
If it’s a big shot then it’s from a big heart
Gangster to a gentleman, all follow one lord
So my rhymes time if done, let me pass it to big sheek
Let him louch your ass with his big dick
[Sheek Louch]
I see y'all niggaz wanna ride my dick, whatever
Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Put the hammer to your hatin mouth, nail it shut
Get off my dick and get you some butt, try and nut
Cause this nut is macadamian, keep the mack and I'm Damian
This game you don't wanna play me in
Niggaz need somethin to do, you ain't gon ride or clap nothin
Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't good
Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin cap back like you popped open the hood
Flesh burner like somebodykeep puttin in wood
Don't add nothin, don't count nothin unless it's yours
Let me see, he done been on atleast three tours
Bad cars, he atleast get thirty for bars
See that's the problem motherfuckers don't know
But they think that they know what you do and what you don't
Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin for a show
Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin for that ho
So at that I tell you mind your biz
Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids
Before ya kids be pumpin my work, bitch doin the jerk
Get down and throw sperm on her shirt
Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that
Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't rhyme like that
Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy nigga
Key to life, Puff, used to be with Biggie nigga
Yeah, S-H-E-E-K L-O-U-C-H B-E sick in the H-E-A-D
I worry when y'all stop hatin, it's a problem, waitin
When I'm back to drinkin old beers like Walter Patin
Easy wider, mouth web like a fuckin spider
Haha, y'all niggaz sweeter than apple cider
I pull a all nighter, pumpin the fifth
Weed and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift
I see y'all niggaz wanna ride my dick, whatever
Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Put the hammer to your hatin mouth, nail it shut
Get off my dick and get you some butt, try and nut
Cause this nut is macadamian, keep the mack and I'm Damian
This game you don't wanna play me in
Niggaz need somethin to do, you ain't gon ride or clap nothin
Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't good
Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin cap back like you popped open the hood
Flesh burner like somebodykeep puttin in wood
Don't add nothin, don't count nothin unless it's yours
Let me see, he done been on atleast three tours
Bad cars, he atleast get thirty for bars
See that's the problem motherfuckers don't know
But they think that they know what you do and what you don't
Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin for a show
Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin for that ho
So at that I tell you mind your biz
Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids
Before ya kids be pumpin my work, bitch doin the jerk
Get down and throw sperm on her shirt
Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that
Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't rhyme like that
Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy nigga
Key to life, Puff, used to be with Biggie nigga
Yeah, S-H-E-E-K L-O-U-C-H B-E sick in the H-E-A-D
I worry when y'all stop hatin, it's a problem, waitin
When I'm back to drinkin old beers like Walter Patin
Easy wider, mouth web like a fuckin spider
Haha, y'all niggaz sweeter than apple cider
I pull a all nighter, pumpin the fifth
Weed and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift
damn
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