my verse to art of story telling

[musicmike813]

spit so amazing so hot opps i mean blazen/
made it to the top boy and here is where im staying/
they act like they never seen fire like this since cavemen/
the door to hip hop i ain't nock i just came in/
like its my house and its my own/
runin and runin for the money call me Marion jones/
but no steroids i get it from the music its all just hustle/
hustle hustle till the money double/
mama tell me every time i leave the house son i love U/
incase U dont make it home cause these streets cold so true/
but momma i keep a heater with me at all times/
and im known through out the streets all the goons in mines/
we sick so sick get a doctor quick im in a bad mood/
wolfs in this jungle we call home and we all looking for food/
we get bored and need things to do/
so we skip skool/
smoke weed till are eyes like Chinese people/
we are not equal ur flow its weak mine lethal/
fucking hoes to get a quick nut we all did it/
but i rap it up more then tell U to on rap city/
or b.e.t what ever U want to call it name it-i done/
did-that been there and back never run/
from no man/
i been moving that white before jeezy came out saying snowman/
so much ice at night i glow damn/
this game simple as green eggs and ham/
uncle Sam sound like he family don't he/
but naw he the nigga that want to rob us like he in the streets/
and fuck us broke people they done stoped giving goverment chese/
im in Florida loven the sun and the breeze/
but im looking for a shorty to have my son a dime piece/
thick like a Georgia peach according to the streets/
U aint never there but U swear U so hood on these beats/
the only time u brought that mac out is openin up that Mickey d's box to eat/
fat nigga big for no reason i been staying quiet lately/
but times up come through ya hood with more red rags then hati/
shoot ya mother,son Father daughter uncle,cuzin baby/