We from M.I.N.N.E.S.O.T.A
U know we bout 2 run dis thang from New York City to West L.A.
We like dat loch ness monster in dis game
We do anything we please
In da hood, U don’t see
But yall hear story bout my boy Davie
Never on his knees when da cops say freeze
We stay low key
Till we have 2 murk a nigga
4 fucking wit da family
U yall crabs put ur lyrics to seize
We be posted up on dat block
Running at cha wit da klock
Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop………….
Get ur block knocked off
Now u messin wit true Minnesotans
U don’t want beef wit us
U know u going to get shot, straight up on da block,
Right on da spot, 6ft deep ‘n rot
Cause u know dis this shit hot….
Fuck u yall slops
So let dem haters hate
But we going to have to regulate
Minnesota #1 State |
Submission Name: Beat Eater 1
