Wynwood Walls

Paint spraying
On the wall
Depicting images
Look like
A projective test
You need your
First eye to see
And all I see is
Blood spills on concrete
What a vivid ass scene
With Party goers
And hipsters
Young G's
Connected By the
Bass and the beats
I'm Tryna bag me a freak
At the wood tavern
Kush afgan
Rolled in a backwood
White Russian
Two steping
Making her earlobs
But i ain't
Rushing it
Cause i got all nite
Taquitos at the coyo
And then I'm
Plotting on boyo
Them Brickell buildings
You see raised
Off Coke profits
It be ur guidance
Follow the structures
And it will
Guide your way home
Since your Lost
Within this underworld
Where it's
Ghetto and ratchet
Classless where G's
IQ's below average
Admired by
The Savage
Lifted soul godbody
I've embodied rhymes godly

Dade humidity
Fiery flows
Rise the tempatures
I accumulate the cold
Sneezing droplets
That sugar leave
Ya nose running
Eight balls pocketed
Like a socket
For your nostrils
Twelve avenue
Wholesale prices
It be Selling
Like Costco's
So name ya cost
And i'ma round off
To the nearest buck
I'm posted in the cut
Tryna smoke
Grab a gar
Preferred me a
Tobacco leaf
Nothing flavory
Brush myself off
From the guts
The pulls punching
My gut
Suicide shots
With the don
That's Reposado
I'm ducking low
From klux boys
Pigs in uniform
They hate
Off the print
On my grey sweats
Their Slutty wife
They Desiring sex
With my godly staff
Thru the night
Picture her getting screwed
Now Vision ur future blurred
Cause This is the TV city blues

I'm tagging art
Like wynnwood walls

Late night, getting
Tagged up
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Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Ferrer
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