Spittin Flame Poem by sonic cronic
Spittin Flame
im spittin flame
in the game ballin
mac'in stackin gee's
slealin keys if u aint know
im breathin dro im killin yo's
im peelin foes
mac'n hoes, spitin flows
im gettin green
ball'n chain never
my flows are clever
pull a knife and sever
your face now taste the blood
u bloody roll wit a cuddie
hate po po's cuz in the river they study
Damn cuz...ur style is strait up dope! ! Thats all I gots 2 say bout that... Spittn flame is all n the game! Rage'n Cage'n
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4/29/2024 11:31:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
it was straight but it wasnt all that ni