my lil' grimey nigga

, my lil grimey nigga, he don't rap or nothin, the one in front of the club in the hoodie that be bustin, he don't love nothin, his pockets on slim, so when you go outside you better watch out for him, when my lil grimey nigga come around fools get nervous, cause he ill and sick as the fuck, smirkish, heartless and merciless, his daddy don't claim him even though he looks just like him, his mama been on goup ever since 1990, in and out of foster homes, ya, juvy, still ain't reformed, they say the doctor dropped him on his head when he was born, my lil grimey nigga maney, janky like tricked dice, never been to church in his life, no conscience, put you on ice, pack a gun and a knife, aim it right at your brain, lookin like a plate, tuck it or you gon' get took for your chain, him and his partners mannish, with a ak-47, pistol, handgun, assault weapon, i be tryina tell my lil grimey, "slow down!" but he ain't listenin, lil nigga hardheaded, look forward to goin to prison, don't care if he make it to 25, he ain't trippin, fifi, belushi, and pill, syrup and chacha sniffin, my lil grimey be lurkin and prowlin in the wee hours of the night, with the, lookin to bump heads or cross paths with anybody that he got a problem with, lurkin at the gas station on some old floop shit, trained and programed to go, about his dough, a hitter, no a barber but carry a extra clipper, got hella next of kin cousins and uncles, up out the rich, el sobrante and hercules teach him, taught him how to fish, my lil grimey nigga, all the time right behind me, nigga, on the block with the glock where you can find me, nigga, they didn't see his face, but everybody knew his name, everybody knew his name, silhouette, his body frame, i wonder what set he claim? for the money, fuck the fame, do he make it rain? hell nah, he gangbang, my lil grimey nigga, keep a dumper stashed in his motor, set to set robbin niggas, he's a floater,