aey yo
I ryhem so tight they say my lyrics are white but I keep brothas feelin they right so much flow ta make a acapala sound cold make cops drop when I cruze up on the block glock cocked time ta pop bustas runnin they dam mouths they ain't been pound in the ground I make stlye look mo fad load my mag time ta tag fagz die bye nine mind so blind I can't see if I'm ryhem or putten in 2 much timen hope 4 a spot ta make hotshots come up out they plot maken mo dough then ya average huslter maken myself Bri look so fly then the rienin rains chains cover they neck but chains cover my wrisk so **** the softs I'm comen out harder than a boulder 2 much **** on shoulder got me stressed I can't rest so I try my best but the west got me wearin a vest ta protect won't hesistate ta put 2 the cheat an 1 in the head rest in the dead cuz u ****en feds can't catch a thug in the slumps u call it but I call it home so I'm goin hotter than the summer 2 much haters not a lotta lovers but **** the haters love 2 the suppota yeah my name Brian a.K.A Bri just a lil ryhem I thought of in school so I'm white but I hope my ryhems are right so there ya have
-reply by Brian Hennen













