DEFENDER'S RAP

• ‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s nightIf doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be rightShe brought you in this world so i'mma sex her rightTo take all those wrongs and make them rightNow move back over here to the rightAnd you're, approaching me rightNot me, i bet you remember the nightIt sends her on a trip so rightParallel on the other sideA lil' closer let me see you in the spot lightY'all could be the star in my ficky spot lightStudio fifty four if we get the props rightYo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah rightWhite girl, you can ask her what the dick be likeThis is everything that we call hypeCan't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' rightYou see dem boys sign me to the scope rightIndulging a meal when a toilet's in sightUgly girls, quiet, pretty girls rideRiding i-95, haters in my hindsightI plead with em, the system ain't rightLike the first nintendo, the blinking red lightBut i gotta make sure i’m rightIf your head right, i’ll be there every nightWhen you was leaving, did he put up a fightWas he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you rightWhich you know i'm different, rightMore money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' rightMe and you i think we should rideI heard that statistic i almost criedSo the homie wale can leave the hook rightI'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er rightLord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living rightBut this card i'm trickin' with got no limit rightIn this life you dead wrong or ain't living rightThese mistakes are a fact of life, get it rightGq told me i'm not the talkative type'face said "the world is mine" but he lied??? ??? ?? with the feeling rightHad a poor man swag now it’s priced rightAlways wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced rightHavoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tightMe and my dogs we on the same flightYou gotta make sure you aim rightNiggas talk murder, but they ain't gon rideAnd it's still tight, i like when it's real tightShawty where your baton, racing through my mind likeHad a woman bust it taking that matter rightKnow the time, know what it's likeTell by your handbag that boy don't do you rightFocus let me show you the lightCouple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the nightMaine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flightAnd i like my marijuana brightMy direction good, well-rounded typeWhen i'm down and out, i get up and rightSo my cup is full, too much pain to fightAnd i'm indecisive when the things are lightI seem to love these whips - a whiteGot bitches on mollies, they rollin' all nightCouple grand when i rock the nightYo she think my steering wheel on the wrong sideKilla never let the drama slideWhen it came to grams it was 90 i friedMy dip gang man, the peeps that'll rideOver me the same peeps that have diedIf it's me that catch you, you're friedWe tie dynamite to the rhino typeMy uncle pulled me to the sideGet ya money up, jewelry tight, swagger rightPlus my kicks are nik', this what the bitches likeNo fronting cause the coppers is coming, likeVertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em rightThey leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em rightCan't pop fly, i get my socks tiedI used to write rhymes, all day and all nightMy conscious only knew whats half tightMurder for murder, the beef recycled is lightLiving my life like i'm living rightI make a way for my people to see the lightBy any means necessary get campaign rightWhat a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas lightFor now everything just seem so rightAnd how you make the darkness seem so brightShotgun in the drop made a rightOn that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars likeHey baby girl what it look likeTonights gonna be a fuckin' fightI know your man ain't lovin you rightListen to treach, krs to get me through the nightSo we argue and play fight, all day and nightPhone calls from my niggas on the, other sideWatchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's rightWalk blind into a line or fightCause another innocent diedI'll never forget, never forget the nightAnd to tell you the truth i gotta rideI once contemplated suicide, and woulda triedMust be a lady in tha lightTwo times, cause a youngin ain't diedI'm on the mic and imma spit it rightFleeting moments feeling, no reason for stage fright.A casket is made, never was very bright,Because you're my only option and it's something i can't hide.Won't bring your mommy back, or even make things rightYeah locked out of life, the angry wife , sounds rightThis grit is what im feeling but i aint got a lightThe binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to rideDoing every day things, at nightNocturnal, no fear of the dark cause we're tight