Gimmie Suma Dat Pt. II

[lilrossy]

(Gimmie Suma Dat)
real talk, i feel for, but dont hear no more,
let me take u on a walk and explore my thoughts,
set ashore and open the door to a higher floor,
a war to end a war, leavin radio outlined in chalk,
let my rhymes roar, hit the throttle, feel my torque,
all fake rappers in a bottle then seal the cork,
feel my force, like tons of steel on ya coarse,
no remorse, 'radio rap killed' on the cover of the source,
(Gimmie Suma Dat)
rhymes of truth, ooze thru ur times and views,
design in this booth, an image of the life u've been thru,
dreams u pursue, things that these kids can link to,
cuz when they find u, these kids will mime u,
these kids will like u, like these ladies like hugh,
so grant kids a piece of mind when writin' rhymes thru,
forget reviews, wat ya nines do, tattoo's and shoes,
and stick to bein u, cuz half deez rappers aint true.