RapFix 2013 Year-End Cypher Vado (Ft. Lantana, Oun-P & Ransom)

[Vere 1: Vado]
Motherf'ers can't rhyme no more 'bout slime no more
That five white pure cause I'm so raw
Drip rocks till I couldn't climb no more
Became a hot boy like the 504
Master of the p and the pies go forth
Damn near free, I need a least five, four more
What you see you can't tell me
Walked in like the first scene in Belly
Like let 'em in though, black Timbs, leather trench coat
Mac 10, let the clip go, half [?] where I send those
What happened? Niggas been broke
[?] send you a napkin with your kids toked
Bluh, bluh, blood everywhere
They jumped this caddy, came back with bloods everywhere
Trunk of the Crown Vic, kept drugs heavy there
You thought it was '96, Jesus head heavy here
Now I'm rich like ''look, boy I'm over them''
Trying to play fantasy football with Hov and them
Pick another check, shit, I took more than both of 'em
School my little bro, I look forward to growthing 'em
Yeah, now I just copped another watch
I just drove up the lot pushing another drop
My first stop 95th then hit the butterspot
The feds got me on shit that could get my mother hot