I'm dropping some more rhymes. Hope you like it.

I'mma little bit loco I got that crazy notion
Evil plans brewing see me put them in motion
Spit them hot flames that will leave you roasting
It will have me laughing cups up and toasting
Rolling down the block can't you see me coasting
Tires rubbing on concrete with no lotion
Bass kicking hard you know I'm approaching
With bars that went pro don't need no coaching
Don't live on the streets but I still got that struggle
Two jobs paying rent and bills I gotta juggle
Just to get by gotta work a fucking double
I'mma keep on pushing you will never see me stumble
Holding on tight you will never see me fumble
Crushing my comps leave them all in the rubble
How could you make a hit when all you do is mumble
Don't know how you made it it's just a big muddle
So confusing why I'm losing
Don't know what the hell they doing
Fake they choosing me refusing
I'm spitting real they auto-tuning
Early blooming rhymes a looming
Give this track a mighty bruising
Dreams pursuing who's approving
Like what I'm producing
We all high rolling making big bets
Getting high on life like we hopped on a jet
Play this game hard now watch me break a sweat
Working 9-5 while the rest of y'all in debt
In charge like a general the rest of y'all cadets
You could say I'm old school I use to use cassettes
Chilling at the barber shop minus the quartet
Hat tilted to the side guess you can say I'm offset
You think I'm about that thug life well no I'm not
I'm here to do it right with the bars that I drop
Got the gleam in my eye you can call it Fetty Wap
Money on my mind and I'm slowly getting quap
Just like Flava Flav I gotta watch the clock
Shooting rhymes down no need for a glock
Birds of a feather see me hanging with the flock
Dropping that shit always keep it all in stock
I'm on that dope shit no weed
Shot after shot I'm on my lean
Addicted to the flow like a dope fiend
Never left the game still on the scene
Guess I'm better than what it seem
My flow so ill it'll leave you sick
Get you all scared make you all plead the fifth
Why you so fucked up what you geeking with
Keep me out the dark side I don't fuck with Sith
I was born with the flow I'm gods gift
Suck your soul away like a shark lift
You fail once you done gone quit
Cuz you can't compete with rappers from the mitt
When I hit the scene all they do is throw that copper
Fans after me I'm running to the chopper
Speed limit 55 but I'mma hit the topper
See me riding dirty being chased by a copper
Stick em up freeze cuz I'm a showstopper
Dropping rhymes so hard it will make your heart throbber
Be like Fred Sanford it's the big one I'm coming father
I see your scared for your life your running to your mother