PUBLISHED: Mar 08, 2014
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Lyrics:
-I ain't trippin' off being the illest. The Wheel is turning
The realest in this is still to be determined. Feel the burning.
-More than capable of going Ape. A flow could get wrecked.
But I'd rather kick a written from scars that I ain't forget yet.
-A scabs still bloody. My hands still muddy.
Do my dirt all by my lonely or I'll holla at my cutty.
-How I'm feeling so blessed if I'm still in the struggle tough?
I ain't pushing gum at the border for quarters trying to juggle stuff.
-I keep it gully. On tracks I'm a monster. "Sully."
From the Golden State, sunny. Rolls money, like nose runny.
-Only sniffin' to catch a whiff of pimpin' letters to beats.
Word on the streets, wild beast, varsity letterman.
-Spark the medicine. One of the illest SD residents.
Los Angeles bred. Tre Dime President. For the elements.
-For all that didn't know or forgot. They call me Kahlee
For my Latinos and Polys, 'bout to make things pop.