Behind the curtains , you're real
singing gucci mane- my kitchen right before i sing a good school chorus
Thinking of what im planning to say to this emcee and i'm watching him down
Like as if i was a girl with my friends checking the guy out.....
Okay, i see this cat has new kicks and a nice lining
but i look on his body, all seems well
im bout to take his old school cadillac to the rim shop then hes goin to jail
I put on my white sox fitted and pre thinking before my presence is made
i keep pondering throughout my mind........................
as i think of punchlines and metaphores throughout my head
Similar............, to engraved gang signs on the walls of the inside of my head
I begin to kick it acapella as i see a couple fans watching me
Feeling the rhythm and sound throughout my juggular vein....
Throughout my mind , i feel a beat but the fans think im kicking it acapella
and before i know it the microphone comes on with a loud squeaky sound....
and a beat drops and my feet steps onto the stage....the crowd is in frenzy!
I look my opponent in his eyes and the tension of glare into my eyes make me look to the clouds....Where gang signs remain gdn, all is well
And i ride off into the clouds with lil thug gettin money , 10 pounds of some of dat killa old school chevy caprice 26's onit
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