Ghostwriting #1 No flocking remix

My connects, y'all want me dead, never ever that,Cause I ran off, with that last pack, get your ass jack...I got problems, with the old heads, laughing at they ass, Cause I took that hoe, old ass, yeah it's so phat...Motherfucker you a jackass, all I want is cash, don't you ask me where your hoes at, where's your soul at....I ain't talking bout the bitches, but y'all bitches tripping too, look at you, why your eyes crippin, looking black and blue...I ain't thru, your boo texting me, but sex is all we do, on our P's and Q's, while she cheat, she still be texting you...Now you mad at me, Bet you bum niggas won't start with me, pardon me, I don't fuck with you, so don't you fuck with me.....Now i see, how you dummy's be, I'm dominant to streets, I will beat, all the breaks off, even off your feet......Trying to get over on everything, that's why y'all all are beat, I spit heat, out that niner piece, when I play hide and seek,....Anyway I'm married to her ass, but she can't hide from me, I'm not apologizing, naw bitch, how bout cry for me, How bout die for me...Crash that car then hit the sky for me, I Know me, I can ride for you, but you won't ride for me......It the reaper, I'm the death kid, devil's advocate, told the boss, I'm not ready yet, I need cigarettes...I will run around your whole town, like I'm sonic, chronic, is what I smoke boy, eyes Dominic...I'm am sick, with the Tommy gun, extended fully clips, when I hit, I be far away, your spirit fly a bitch....I will sacrifice, all your kids, for that luxury, Yeah that devil's Peace I paid for, call it armory......Got damn, I'm a damn freak, why they crowding me, I can't have no fuckin sheep's with me, they just can sleep in peace....I'm 100k, so don't you even come and play with me, I can be, anything you want, gang's all around a G.....I'm am freak on a Sunday, and you a dummy, you getting skinny like a monkey, because you on it....But you food, and I'm hungry, I want that money!...That money!