Jamie's raps

0:14
Terrance McWilliams: Bustin' caps, slayin' raps, throwin' up my hands, pushin' niggas',
  got cher' girl offerin' me top, wahp'!
 Here I go again, watch me flow while you descend,
 You can watch while I fuk' yer' girl from the rear end.
 It's time for your rap career to suspend,
 correct yer' shit, lay it still, catch a bill,
 reppin' 6 hunnit block, I don't do no talk, tryna' be Tupac,
 while yo' girl wit' me so you jack off in a sock,
 holdin' the Ak with the stock, keep the rap game on lock,
 watch the clock. Y'all be slackin', rackin' up the cash,
 take my knife to your tires, slash.
 Raise my fists, bash. I roll in the whip,
 never catch me boutta' to slip, while I stay on the track
, y'all listening to me spit, bettah' quit, stay lit, hit a lick,
 cause ya' boi TrillWill neva' quit.
[1:07]

[0:43]
Terrance McWilliams: Boy, you know is a clown, puttin' yah' head up, yah' see me erry' buddy start forming a frown.
 Boutta' start wearing the crown. My niggas' hittin' ya' up, I'm down, start listenin' to the unique sound *Background; TrillWill*.
I'm ere' for the kill, smokin' fast, aimin mah' glock, pullin' the trigger BLAST,
 put you in a casket, Like shaq' dunkin' you in a basket.
 I'm speaking the truth, fuck wit' me, you be missin' a tooth, my words aint' missing, boy I know you tryna act hard with yer' gay ass dissin'. [1:11]

[1:12]
Terrance McWilliams: Goin' far, happily under par, bitch pop me the golden star, ridin', in the black car.
 I'm death in a  nutshell, ring the bell, after this you'll be in hell, three hits, rushing TD's hittin' blitz.
 Sit on the bench, runnin' from one-time, bump the fence, this is a rap, hit it hence?
 Make some sense--I'm an icon, yous' a wannabe pylon, might as wear your girls nylon...
Hittin' the hoe, passin' er' off, to my bro, lets get it![1:38]

You already know how roccin', aint neva stoppin, gang shit nigga.
[00:28]My team we ain't never loosin, catch a op then we go and do em Hold up a nigga thought he knew me, finessed a bitch out that fuckin coochie my squad stay booted up, suited up, Draco on a nigga if a boy wanna try to act coo' with us
big homie told me how to ball, so I stay on my shit and keep goin hard couple niggas that thaught they was hard, caught a couple hollows, it only took just one call NIgga we really in this shit, GDK for a nigga who thought he was really killin shit these niggas like childplay, we rob em for that check cause he really stain set em by fire hydrant, if he look stupid, then we on his pockets




(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AVKwttjVB4)
0:15
Terrance McWilliams: "QM the label, money on the table."
[0:21]
Terrance McWilliams: "Tired of the gang shit, tired of niggas' gettin hit, we all fightin', tryin' our luck, but no one else give a fuck.
 Y'all fightin' without regards, takin' lifes actin' like retards.
 Reppin' one set is the thang', I hate carrying a gun, not knowing whether it'll go bang.
 This is some spit shit, maybe I should stop... Say; "You finna' get hit?"
 Tryna' bless my self, get lit. light spliff and speak a riff'.
 I know this aint' how I should be, but you don't know how it is runnin' from guys like me.
 I match myself with a golden key, maybe one day, god will let me be free.
 My head is spinning, maybe this will be my last spit, gotta take a sit, am I better off throwing a fit?
 Gangs are somethin', they tryda' keep you bumpin', sometimes it gets harsh and leaves yah' slumpin'.
 I don't deny it aint' fun, but sometimes ya' think, would it be better to run. Fuck it...[1:06]

[0:20]
tryin' hard to compete, tryna' rap about the street,
 tryna' be more complete, never tryda' cheat, depleat, defeat, never greet.
 I aint' droppin' the mic, I aint' even buzzed, miller lite,
 drinkin' dirty sprite, raise my fists, fight, show the light,
 tryna' be tight, secretly your white. I'm rushin' tough,
 yous' a bluff, got yo' bitch, ruff'. Tryda' keep up, let it out,
 let it sprout, bars of clout, head full of doubt. Aint' tryna' pout.
I keep it on the low, glock the joe, throwin' up foety-foe',
 just checkin' bro, rap the beat slow, gotta let it grow.
 I'm tryin' my best, leavin' it to the rest, rep' the crest,
 throwin' up the west, cause I'm thinkin' I'm blessed,
hands on yo girls chest, you know the rest.... SKEET
[1:02]

[0:10]
Bustin' caps, hot girls in the laps, bustin' out real raps,
straight outta the trap, we don't spit no shit rap,
carryin' that illeg' strap, quick double tap, pap-pap.
I'm copin' major shit, spittin' major shit,
stayin' hella lit, put my pen to the paper,
aint tryna' quit, quit sayin' shit,
I'm doin' the best I can like Sam and Tucan.
A pot and pan, yo girl know I'm the man,
I treat er' like a queen, she aint' like no crack fiene
we stay sippin' on lean, yo girl know I'm prestine
she thinkin' I'm supreme, I'd take one for the team.
smokin' on dah' erb', through the clouds, it's all a blurb
F'sure I do smoke, lookin' at me, I awoke,
 take the ganja and toke, yous' a bloke, a city boy folk.
I rep for a set, you bet, take a step, throw up who you rep.
y'all know I'm strapped, that means you fuckin' trapped,
you aint' shit compared to this rap. You deserve a slap,
I'm tough as nails, leavin' no trails, always got guap for bail,
ya' boi' always gettin' tail. I'm loyal as fuck, got your girl,
she boutta' cuck, bitch yous' outta' luck.