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Shit. Joey Clipz star, HB Freestyles. Now some real rap sessions right now. My guy Tiny Boost. Say no more. This is like, you know, Like this is-this should've happened from a long Time ago, but he's here now, so enough with The talking. Let's just get into it. That real rap. Say no more. All right. You know I got to-That's it, that's You Get me? That's that's it. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Real niggas back, that fake shit was for a Moment. All right, look. Ah. 36 in and I just tick two nines Out. We don't squash beef, we just ride 'til It dies out. I don't wanna talk, get the Swine, we then slide out. No face, no case, cah it's life if they Find out. Everybody know me from them jakes to Them hitters. 30 years straight, I gotta wait for My niggas. That's why I got a different sort Of hate for you snitches. Niggas fake, so I guess they can't relate when I'm spitting all this street shit. Make no mistakes with this G shit. Man say my name, they best mean it. This clip got 30 shots deep, nigga, Deep it. Don't be the reason I hop out And squeeze it. Yeah, yeah. Red bottom shoes because I step where they're Bleeding. How you gonna get it 'til you got It if you sleeping? Rock what I want, I don't care what's in season. And I still bag myself a bad bitch then I beat it like. They don't know, I guess Somebody shoulda told 'em. Carrying a pole the same size as Gary Coleman. I'm up front in that field, I ain't never Had no coaching. Bread on your head, I guarantee That's you toasted, look. Ain't no bowling but I'm In that, got her rolling. Can't stand the 'gram Because the pictures that they posting like. Fam, am I the only one that's noticed? These rap niggas is near enough trolling. Real niggas back, that fake shit was for a Moment, uh. Any gun I clap, it gon' sound Like an explosion. Neck deep in it, niggas have Barely got their toes in. Whip stolen, I'm locked in and I'm loaded like. You want a problem with them niggas from the 'Narm. When you talk on who's hard, you say My name from the start. It's Tiny B-double O-S-T. One-fifth of that spare, no O-N-E. And when we step in that section, there's no Entry. You get your head bust with a D-O-M-P. Do the spell check, nigga. We don't move the same weight. Do the scale check, nigga. Then you add that shit up, yeah. Trap don't stop, nigga, bag that shit up, Uh. Shut down their shop, tell 'em, "Pack that Shit up." I ain't come round to talk, baby, Back that shit up. I can see you moving Strange, I can tell this ain't love, look. It is what it is, was what it was. Did what you did, now I guess we just Done, look. You wasn't with me when I got It out that mud, uh. You wasn't with me When I hopped out that car and started raging On 'em. If I can't make it, take it From 'em. Your darg a rat, I swear down I seen the papers on 'em. My man doing life, my heart aching for him. Ice cold streets and I'm just out here just Skating on 'em. Like I can't be touched, out Here for real, nigga, see me. Tryna keep it G ain't easy when these fuck Niggas tryna trick you out your spot, uh. I've been through a lot, I've been in and Out that box, uh. If I weren't robbing, I Was dishing out that rock. Picture me with that bally on, fingers on that Glock. Clip filled to the top, I'm 'bout to Lock a nigga off. I knew life was hard Knock before I heard that Jay-Z song. Make the song cry, I just get my Jay-Z On. You know what I be on. Racks in my pocket with a plain white tee On. Lights in that big Benz looking all neon. Grind with me, shine with me. You got yours, I've got mine with me. And when I call, you gon' ride with me. That's what it's like with me. Keep it one thousand. As for this gangsta rap shit, we the founders. Don't ever get it twisted, yeah. SO and Tiny Boost. Hardest bars, you already know. Joey Clipz, you already know. Link Up TV, you already know. Grr. Alright. like that, real rap. You know. Tiny Boost, Joey Clipz star, HB Freestyles. not sure who else can come up here And do real rap-what? but until next week, Go on then. Fumes, the engineer