4 years ago

This was a hook I use to play on the street
Of the few freestyles that were captured
This is My friend Leyon’s verse

It would be fun to actually record this one and add some more verses

Coves on his creep slow patrolling the city
Fuck who tryna get me I needa see who really with me
The money in my pocket was to cover up the pain
Instead of cleaning up my soul I tried to cover up the stains
There’s people snitchin under covers in the game
I gotta step back cuz I ain’t fuckin with these lames
Cuz they will leave you bleeding in your frame or locked up in a box where they feed you by your name

This is not music I’m just chillin
Illin
Got more words than Bob Dylan
Healing with the feeling don’t stop continue
If you want an autograph I’ll meet you at the next venue
I got to go when the wind blow
Got it
It shows
See you later alligator
After a while crocodile

And I won’t stop until I get the entire empire or even burn the rubber off the rim tires
See it’s a Goodyear but I’m riding on Michelins headed up to Michigan Coves in that shit again
Lost in the game dude I feel like Eminem
On an island of rappers and I’m the cracker they call Gilligan

See you later alligator
After a while crocodile

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