Mr.90262

Real Lynwood baby I thought you knew
Grew up in the hood on Brewster Avenue
Real rep from my section a documented fool

1: Still asking bout me well here I go
I'm home now sneaky tee let's hit the store
Stats up, game on so let's start the show
No rookie imma vet show my infants how it's supposed to go
Keep popping that fly shit you'll go Adios
Ovau see you later you wasn't ready for drama
Imma grade A hustla born late 80s
Certified shell thrower call me black Tom Brady
Plenty people dislike me fuck I know they hate me
Been through hell and back on the set they can't phase me
Real Lynwood baby THCs raised me
East side Janky numero dose Quattro banger
Off the chain I'm straight danger really something major
Set the city on fire sir I'm no stranger
Got the bird up circling they looking for the Hitta
I was way in Alabama a dog I ain't pull the trigger

Hit the beat bare face watch I murder it
Deliver the verse swift like dope cause I'm serving it
What you talking nah I ain't never heard of it
Be blind to the stuff I see and death af to certain shit
(Pay attention) I see no crime and I hear none either
Do no talking to them people had a awesome fucin' teacher
I just sit wait and listen the streets gonna tell me who did it
Who bragging I'm really sliding get my man I'm with the buiness
I am confident as hell some say I'm 4 much
Older I got and my head got bigger I go nuts
Called his bluff he didn't show up dissed his hood and said so what
He ain't bout that life pussy then why you actin so tough
Guaranteed my niggas go when it aoproach us got squad full of vultures
All my Hitta's wear bandannas on they neck if you ain't notice
Imma foo... pay attention to the rap sheet
Beat the Kay like a drum have enough tracking like a athlete



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Writer(s): Fly Steez
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