Im slippin

[FlipSide]

My transmission slippin so i stay on da grind
Imma motivator for paper n still pushin out dimes
while u lookin at mines i see the greed in ya eyes
Respect those that divide n deal with ya pies..
Cuz my ribs is touchin N ull feel good in my stomach
Its hunger im feeling n im fufilling its options
Cuz i a criminal with phenomenal skills ta kill
the instrumental with an iller mental than a mad cow
My niggaz could chill but we after the green now
like a whole hood of marihuana pheens with cash out
So my pack on my person as well as my friend arson
And them bitches street walkin out fa ya pockets
Tho i hustle for mines im not at all a baller
No skillz on the court but i dunk like im carter
Fuck being rich Imma be famus for being broke
Fuck seeing hope cuz im realer than weed n coke
Im iller spittin flows than tainted water in mexico
and fuckin with me is a shot in the leg like plaxico
Break n dismantle on top of the mantle
ya whole mac to the end of the handle
cuz that black powder claps like an audience
and ignites me to be hot on wax..like fire on candles
My heart a beat you can sample my stiles ample
Like the english channel.. n im cold dont chatter
Cuz my breath ill give u comforts of an artic mammal

Well im at work so this was something very quick...

[QwarterZ]

Reminds me of a young Jay towards the beginning
I could see this being on a track
doesn't stand out too much but some of the lines got that OOOO factor
keep writing!