Pedigree

This ink from the pen that I write with can turn deadly

For me to spit lies in these rhymes you can't dare me

I spit the truth for the youth my kids ain't read no fairies

If not then we strike cuz fuck spares you ain't spare me

Breaking curses like Ali this shit happens rarely

Snatch purses skip courses shit happens yearly

Uncle Sam don't give a damn nigga look clearly

What goes around comes around and it nearly

Hit me dearly

Been through them storms now my skies ain't looking dreary