Ghetto Symphony

Youd have ta hit shards ta spit bars like my parts
 A rhyme that part the seas would barely be a nice start
 They used ta clown me n tell me that i wasnt shit
 N now they crowd me when i spit like i lit a spliff
 Fuck this shit
 Everybody sucks
 Yall need to wake up
 N realize that the B Dawg aint changed much
 I do the same stuff laced up like grey chucks
 Im at studi puffen haze out a grape blunt
 Eject the cartridge, your last cd was garbage
 Your just a little kid that aint ever been threw hardships
 The definition of your existence
 Is open one end
 And microwave that shit
 For 30 seconds
 I missed your show
 Cuz I was gettin dome
 Still fucken with the music tho
 Kicked back in my studio
 U can go to hell you dont flow that well
 Ur musics shit I'd rather spend chips on naked tits and bullet shells
 Im gettin tired of rape'n bitches inside holden cells
 Sick intentions im fittin to fuck a skull n bail
 I fuck with Cadillacs and Battle Axe
 Im in my battle stance switchen the tips on all my rattle cans
 Broke man recyclen coke cans for dro grams
 Livin in the land of Spokane
 I had my flow planned zoned land
 Like a grown man
 They mad at me because im better than the whole band
 She used to take xanz
 Then unzip my pants
 Slow jam n
 I'd watch her pole dance
 But I dont wanna hold hands n i dont want no floor plans
 I just wanna fuck for one night n hear that door slam
 The southpaws back
 With another outlawed track
 I got a foul plot
 To make a crowd hop out back
 I love swisher sweets
 I love ta flip a beat
 I love ta roll one up, grit my teeth
 Lick her peach then hit the street
 The kingpins team wins
 Every weekend where competen'
 Yall been schemin' and dreamin
 You need skills to concieve this
 Im the heathen thats breathen down your neck
 Im the reason theirs a demon thats been keepin you in check
 The guitar hits hard on the boom bap beat
 I like to charge her card n get my food for free
 Its time for rinse repeat
 Uncensored history
 U best believe i got the recipe to
 Tear this beat ta smitherines
 Still the realest in the Kane
 N that wont ever change
 Im starten ta gain a lil fame
 But that dont change the game
 Im still a beast in the streets with a quarter p
 Tryna ta survive tryna get me somethin good to eat
 Im tryna live the good life with the rest of them
 Legend status like Pac n Nas n Em
 And when i die my gravestone will read
 He was the greatest of all time the G.O.A.T.