Godson Viva La Vida

[NoVeL]

How you bastards know me, I hold cheese like kraft's my homie

I blow G's smell me & could pop yo ass in da pew cuz da pastor knows me

OG, I hold heat, get chicks to laugh & blow me

Even haters dont eat, we blood bathe and fold teeth

acknowledge me, 2 nasty like syrup with codein

I avoid beef cuz the streets said I needed more protein

travel da world, more cash & more weed

Even my connect said, I got bad bitches in tennessee

Flip a brick & do the math

You'll get half back in the hatchback, stash that with ya ten G's

Garage sale on Decatur St; attracted sum more feins, addicted to morphine

Met this bad ass bitch by the name of Courtney

Who swallowed alka seltzer & tried to snort E

She said "If I die, let me die", Man I love dat bitch

I'd drive myself drunk fam over a bridge

She was my connect in Connecticut that's how I got betta in re-ups

used to tell me lift the toilet seat-up, before gettin in bed wit me

helped me buy my first car wit no contengencies

Yes love

I have No apologies, all want is a prayer & solemly

The dead 2 sleep in a flower bed

Where all of my enemies, Rest in peace

[Riggz]

Novel, try piecing your rhyme structures length wise, right now it just appears to be a choppy read.. like you rapping in Haiku style or something. Plus your subject matter was all over the place.. was this a key?

I don't know man, not sure if catz is going to feel this.