Real Shit

[Dynamic]

Break it down like its supposed to be
my Flow to Streets is like dope to fiends
bustas nev' get a chance to get Close to me
hollow tips gon prove they bones is weak
make sure all em snitches Goes to sleep
Im known to creep wit my chromed out heat
leave nothin at a scene but smoke to breathe
put em niggas in places only a Ghost could reach
Most underground street cats hype Wont increase
Only happend to some of em approachin', But most Deceased
Rest is all in the Pin.dreamin of ballin' again,Born to beef
but those niggas locked in stone an steel,that the law won't release
So Street G's gon Keep top droppin' glock boxin an turnin hope to Siege


DYNAMIC

[DiSSENT]

Very nice, your shit's being slept on. Solid, steady rhyming verse. Keep up the good work - Peace*

['Illicit']

pretty sick, rhymescheme was tight aint even no fillers