the pit

(J.R. Writer)
Holla
No sorrow haters wrapped in a Tahoe
For all those who saw J smash the Apollo yikes
All covered in ice like I was standing in Times Square
On ' The Day After Tomorrow' holla
Im in to bigger dough, sicker flow
Rocky dial what make it possible to Rocky-bow hit your hoe
I feel like Bigelow cause ever since I got the churp number
All I been hearing was bleep like the Springer show
I got Poppa Al money you got pocket-style money
Doggie, these mauries try a thou dunny
Girls dropping wild funny
Soon as I step in and want to grab on the gator like Crocodile Dundy
See Im the worst round, youll hit the dirt ground
I surf towns in Jaguars thats dirt brown
I know it hurt clown, to see me laid in a suite
Under sheets, stuffed with more feathers than a First Down
Comfortable
(Hell Rell)
Yo
I copped a couple Ks for the beef when it goes down
I told niggaz that they couldnt eat in they own town
Fuck off the strip, for I bust off a clip
My time is money I got to get the fuck off this brick
Follow me around and well see the life of a hustler
Follow you around and well see the life of a buster
Beat down, smacked up, robbed every minute
And my soldiers, they treat me like Im God every minute
Hot as a fuck, but dont get acknowledged enough
This is grade-A piff you got garbage to puff
And when it come to my rocks get it polished and buffed
Same thing with your girl I get polished and buffed
A few bricks on the table, Im smoking by the pound
If I dont blow Im on the next thing smoking out of town
Im sitting on grenades, Im sitting on some blades
Yay, flip it suede fitted sitting on my braids
Nigga I got gats to tuck and Cadillac the truck
I deal with mathematics homeboy and you aint adding up
Two plus two dont equal five
I eat the truth but feed you lies you bitch nigga
And I aint ask to come through, man Im barging out
From now on you address me as ?
(40 Cal)
Im the kid from 140 baby
40 making all the cake
My dope like tsunami, I kill em off a water weight
You play 50 get your story straight
Niggaz up in 50 minus 2, thats ya number due, the 48
Well do the math , the niggas a problem
You broke, ya dead broke when I kill em and rob em
40, niggaz think they can call shots.
Yall aint got no winds you lost hair like a bald spot
You want the Tupac Shakur props?
But its like a disease now cause all yall got is smallpox
And thats off top at ya door with 4 knocks
40 catch vicks in they halls like coughdrops
Porsche box, school you how to sell the coke-a
Cause 'Diplomat' without the 't' spells diploma
Tryna, tell you dolja, the flame in ya ass
The game in a smash, 40 keep his name in a stash
You the type to go to jail, turn ya name to Shebazz
Im a menace, the O-Dog with the Caine on the ave
40