Wrestlin' Tongues 0.5

(Verse)
Yea
I raise the bar to ring bells
With all this weight on my shoulder gain strength to prevail
Flexers be reppin' a set
Aimin' for street cred but they character frail
Niggas so fraud with they bars I can tell
But I mind my business and Im not a witness
Clay
Co lost too many niggas in the 2000s losin they breath over image
I lost my center by sinning with senseless ass niggas
Related with anger within them
Wanted to settle my anger through hands
Mug me a nigga and hope it offend em
I was aware the American Dream was a scheme
To put me in debt with the system
Football had failed I ain't have nothin else
But some pills some wild niggas and fast colleges bitches
Been an outkast since bout 2
Got a rebellious crew now my anger is loose
Bumpin that Boosie it gave me a boost
Along with ecstacy and orange juice
Not a street nigga but shit I was rogue
Felt like a shell that the devil had chose
Led to rebelling weed sellin and failing
In class and shit now jail here we go
Seen what I seen did what I did
I hit licks sold no bricks or no splittin no wigs
But I seen some niggas addressin their issues
Claim consequences when shit had got real
That's the shit that I feel
Though my mind shifted I learned from those trenches
The in fact how to stay firm on yo business
Zip up yo lips if you fall off yo pivot
Nowdays im centered and posted
Stay in the paint of the picture if story I've spoken
Ask any nigga that know us
06' to 10' they wouldn't say it was bogus
When these fraud niggas be spittin
I dont feel nothin actually I do I feel numb
Sayin they fingers was wrestlin triggers of guns
They was just wrestlin tongues and bumpin they gums

(Bounce with all that bullshit, Shack Talk is here nigga!)