WhyteBoi Aka The Flame Flow-a AKA Die-Verse

T.White Muah Fuckers Yall Leave Sum Comment Mang! U Know Who I Be....Six Wun Three....to the Four O Three all my bros N Hoes (unless U 1 O my ladies) hahahahaha........... Shout Out to my mama you a punk ass bitch out for number one and famly dont even break that spell so from here on in we threw i dont know you... To My 2 favorite baby gurls My baby sistas holdin the otha half of my heart both yall know who i be....soul proteckta....to all that know, know that this ghetto child down to ride for all my fam ONE LUVIm Deep Like Mel N The Passion Of Our Christ/ Friends Is Family And We Be Mobb Deep Like The Belly Heist/ When it comes to the mic im considerably a rookie/ constantly on the lookie for nookie/wishin i had a bookie/ keepin track of my paper like the IRS/ i must confess im broke as fuck and its half my stress/ ghetto child torn from blood and forced to relocate/ dropped in suburbia to help me concentrate/ but all i got was hate/check dis i bet yall can relate pops shit on me and tryed to mess with my head/ between me an u homie he lucky he aint dead/ tryin to tell me like u know wats right n wats wrong/ havin blood fam wit paper behind you keepin ya head strong/ ackin like u an angel when fact is u aint/ leavin 3 kids in a world a drugs shit daddi youse a saint/ moms u know i luv you my heart breaks/ cause u keep me strong got me hurtin wit all ya fuckin mistakes/ u got my mind right/im in the limelight/at least wishin i was/ lonley ghetto boy skilled enough easily slippin the fuzz/ its been said but i gots to do it on my lonely/ keep shit real stay true cause wat real man feels a fuckin phoney/ all yall can blow me/unless u wanna phone me/gimme a deal fuck that keep it cause yall jus wanna tone me/ have me doin ur thang when i walk/ i aint no puppet im fabolous i stick to real talk/ WHAT!! (to be Continued)