My Daily 16 Bars: Day 38 (pt 3)

I started getting greedy, hitting lick after lick//
Recruited some partners who wanted to get rich quick//
We four fly ass guys//
Got the thang on our sides//
We in the spot, about to run out with the cash//
Make it to the car and see the cops hot on our ass//
Driver smashed off, its a high speed chase//
Feeling like nascar, sweat pouring down my face//
We running red lights, side swiped a benz//
I'm starting to feel like this is the end//
I really mean it, I feel it in my soul//
Hit the curb and ran into a light pole//
I emerged from the wreckage, gun in hand//
The hammer goes slam, bullets go blam//
I was outnumbered, cops caught me in the head//
I died trynna chase that bread//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 37 (pt 2)

Listen up, this is a stick up, nobody move//
It will be over quick if everybody is cool//
Security, don't be a hero, toss me your tool//
People I'm here to rob the bank, not rob you//
The bank is insure so you'll get all that back//
I caught a bad break and I need scratch//
Anyway, enough about me. Bank teller, fill my bag//
None of that paintball shit, just fill it fast//
I made my way out the door like nothing happened//
All I see is dollar signs flashing//
Then I disappeared in the crowd//
Quickly put the burners back on my waist//
With a devilish grin on my face//
Went home, paid utilities and back rent//
Then I hit the club and got bent//
The next day I hit Macy's and Niketown//
I'm fresh, lets see baby momma laugh at me now//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 36 (pt 1)

I was at a dead end job, making no cash//
Baby momma stay woofing, saying I'm ass//
She only hits me up for bread//
Likes dangling my baby over my head//
Said she got a new man that's gonna take my place//
When she said that, I almost put my fist in her face//
But I held back, kept my restraint//
Got other issues at hand, gotta make bank//
Wait, I got it. Who makes more money than a bank//
They got everybody money, acting like they shit don't stank//
Hmm, this gone take some serious thought//
So all day sitting I plot//
Ok, I've been watching for 2 days and this is what I got//
2 exits, alot of cams, one security cop//
I got a vest, got a mask, a big bag, 2 guns, I'm ready to blow//
Ok, 2 deep breaths and here I go//

My Daiy 16 Bars: Day 35

I don't rap about money and fast cars//
I went to schoo with molesters and porn stars//
Hardy har naw, I'm dead serious//
Im one more problem away from being delirious//
Stress got the kid looking old//
Stand up boy, I don't bend nor fold//
Momma, look at your young man now//
CEO, only 23, I'm holding it down//
Not only that, I'm a top notch rapper//
I ain't got time to scuffle, I'll clap ya//
He died cuz he ain't pull his faster//
I refuse to leave my son a bastard//
And naw, I ain't trynna be on no tough shit//
But for that guns and butter, I'll get to dumping//
Listen, all this hard work ain't for nothing//
Who stunting? Who fronting? *Big Boi voice*(boy stop) move something//

My Daily 16 bars: Day 34

Listen, they done fucked up now and let me loose//
Fucking with a skinny goon//
Who first to get to get a chipped tooth//
Got you ADDICTED, it HURTS to know that I'm the TRUTH//
TRUTH HURTS...ADDICTED//
You probably missed it//
Rewind and listen//
ControVersy's the business//
I ain't no college dropout, I graduated//
Haters is mad I made it//
He sad cuz I had his girl spreading like mayonaises//
Such disgraces//
I'm bout it, bout it, you should call me Master C//
Prince of Rose City, you should call me your majesty//
C "dot" V, this is how a murder sound//
Punks jump up to get beat down//

My Daily 16 bars: Day 33

Its time to dust myself off and start over//
That ain't a gangsta lean, its the world on my shouders//
Its a good thing that they broad//
But I'm smart too, equally brains and brawn//
I owe aot of people an apologies//
Its not easy being the CV//
Wanna make a omelette, gotta break some eggs//
I break ur heart after I get you to open your legs//
And I'm just wrong for that//
Know somewhere down the line karma will pay me back//
But until then I gotta watch my back//
Friend or foe, nobody gets slack//
I've painted myself in a corner//
I'm boxing the world with only my shadow in my corner//
Bet I win by a knock out in the last round//
Always bet on myself cuz I never let myself down//

My Daily 16 bars Day 32

Feburary 1st, everybody watching the Super Bowl//
Not me tho, I'm looking for a Super Hoe//
She can give superhead like Superhead//
Make me nut then fall asleep, looks like I'm super dead//
It sounds like thunder when her ass claps//
And she smart too, be studying the NASDAQ//
Her ass phat and her waist small//
Titties like 2 volleyball's//
My bust it baby, I'll take her down anywhere//
Oh, no, you gots to get your own. I never share//
And I still don't beat it bare//
And I won't eat it if its a lot of hair//
I'm sorry but I like to eat on a clean field//
Im no magician, but stay copping a feel//
And I don't stop for red lights//
Especially if your flows light//