My Daily 16 Bars: Day 88

I'm stepping up my pen game//
These dudes lame//
You get your flow from your ma'an//
I just pick my brain//
I make words connect like links on a chain//
You need a low price on them thangs, hit me on aim//
I spit clever//
I gets cheddar//
Think that you better?//
*blaow* End that vendetta//
Hold up, I thought I caught him eyeing my bezzy//
My fist small but hard like rocks, c dot chevy//
Best Coast ENT, rep it to my death//
That's my baby, protect it with squozen tecs//
Any drama, I'll put to your neck//
A trigger finger curl will put that bs to rest//
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My Daily 16 Bars: Day 87

It's the return of the mic controlla//
Ya chick get wet as soon as I approach her//
If she got a phat ass, flip her ova//
I'm trynna build my brand like coca cola//
I'mma man about my damn green//
I hear a beat and start itching like a damn fiend//
I got bass running through my damn viens//
Mann, I be sniffing up tracks like they cocaine//
C. Versy, the hip hop junkie//
Spit a fix, need work then get it from me//
I be on the corner doing hand to hands//
Slinging mixtapes and ringtones fam//
I mean god damn, I'm the hardest working brotha in hip hop//
Gotta flow you can't top//
A grind you can't stop//
Watch your favorite rapper flatline when my album drops//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 86

This is for all my people out for they riches//
Listen close and I'll show you get it//
The early bird gets the worm, forever that's true//
And you've never seen a black bald eagle this cool//
Never be last person to the office//
You'll be the last person receiving offers//
Also, never be the first one leave//
The last man standings the last man with cheese//
No snitching, I'm a rat for that//
Hand itching, pen get to twitching, I'mma rap for that//
I do it for the love and the money//
Trynna get dollars to stop running from me//
Wanna be successful, better get on your grind right//
Eating lots of fast food and sleepless nights//
Days go by and you don't see your family//
All because you was in pursuit of that grammy//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 85

If you not part of the team, straight disrespect for you//
Spit on your sternum, tap dance on your testicles//
It's whatever bro when you get in the way of my dough//
Push your waves to the side like Farrakahn with the 4.4//
Oh no, don't test my gangsta//
I'll shank ya if I can't bang ya with the banga//
I'll chop ya with the choppa//
Drop you from a copter//
I smoke like Shotta's//
Mob like mobsta's//
My flow will make your label drop ya//
My swipe will have your girl begging me to put it on ha(her)//
I'm the shit, no flys//
But check the gear, I'm fly//
On point like a walking bullseye//
C "dot" versy a.k.a. THAT GUY!//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 84

Ya'll know I go, I'm no stunna//
Trynna get my bankroll longer than phone numbers//
I'm not dumb, I'm not waiting for my big break//
Got the indie game mapped out, I'm bout to make cake//
Boss hogg, but I ain't Slim Thugga//
A lot shorter, I'm just that nucca//
Studied the game, I know its codes and secrets//
Raping every hot beat, my pen is heat seeking//
I do work like everyday's monday, no weekends//
I'mma leader, you should join my legion//
I got a back bone, words bounce off my chest//
My son's name is tatted on it, must protect my neck//
Listen up you dumb bastards//
The word game I mastered//
Treat haters like potatoes and mash em//
Have em leaning like the lady on the hood of a phantom//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 83

*wrote to "ghetto" by Fabolous*

I moved every 2 years all my life//
So I've seen every level of strife//
I lived where the cubans used to move that coke-ah//
Wondering through the crack house, sexy mami's on the sofa//
I'm from where its hoes of all ages//
I mean real hoes who fuck for any dollar denomination//
Lived in a small city where it was mostly cousins//
You got fam on both sides of the struggle, cripping and blooding//
Out here, abortions is like birth control//
Too many mother, not enough fathers, sad I know//
Welfare everywhere and poor healthcare//
Looking for that sign that says "we take EBT/food stamps here"
There's a liquor store on every other corner//
Had to go up there often with a letter from my mother//
For cigs or anything she was too embarrassed to ask for//
Hood parties and dances is like sex on the dance floor//
Every ghetto has a rapper(that's me)//
Someone to broadcast your blocks pain and laughter//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 82

I live life like diddy and his son//
In Raisin In The Sun//
I life life staring down the barrel of a gun//
But never I run//
If its coming, its coming, lets get it over with it//
I could die right now for my thoughts on the government//
But I'm a man, I stand behind my words//
Its stealing if you taking what you deserve//
That's the motto I follow//
These new rappers not built, they yellow, they spine hollow//
Where I'm from, your homeboys teach you how to be men//
Then you get arrested and learn everything that you didn't from your friend//
I get it now, life is a lesson//
I just wasn't ready to pay attention//
I was a nappy knuckle head running wild//
I've grown polished and strong, changing the world for my child//