a rogue troll
The Mac...I thank GOD for the money that I make now.Used to be in the streets selling breakdown.Running from the Rollers, steady hit corners.Homeless, but now its Range Rovers.Twamp feet, Knock beat.Some flip the script, Ma, but not me.I still hating them dime droppers, Crime stoppersStill running up the middle following MOB blockers.Them rookies cant fuck with the legendary.I ready they coverage and fuck up they secondary.They hecka scary, bitch made like secretaries.Boy, I am get it by any means necessary.Lie. Cheat. Rob. Steal.Catch me in the MOB with the woodgrain steering wheel.Looking for Danglish.Drankin on English.Riding 4 deep with all the cuddies singing this.