No title for this flow because it's straight from the head
aim the red, shoot the lead, make sure that you're dead
in the grave, ain't a slave to this music industry,
in the streets got no fear because a vest is on me,
can't be faded, teacher graded my paper and gave me a's
eatin lays, spendin days of my summer in the shade, say a
phrase make it rhyme with the next line, got the best shine
on my car and my truck, on my feet taylor chuck's, on my wrist ten thousand bucks,
I can make that in a minute or a second, on the mic i stay wreckin