Standby on the Wire

Inmate askin' for a package I can't deliver, If it was up to me, quarter queue message is glittered. 500 cap'd shimmerin', go figure. Shakedown shackles, whisper new castle to fiddle. You lucked out, even peers are riddled. My bad, I'm youngin' to ya mid dubsters. Take my word, buck, dealin' with a young crooked cut. Paste my share even then, burnt green in the air. Is not blood thicker than fair, the fuckin' lawn mowin' threw off the snare. Eyes bleeding, can't take the request without a stance minus glares. Believe you me, I'd gift wrap your necessities and hand ship it bare. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, you'd think twice, nikka, I do fucking care. Gimme a time capsule, truth trumps thought what lies beneath your hurrrrrr. Pause, nikka, just pause for a moment....BRB. Likewise on the rebound, I expect the same, nothin' less on the me grounds (AKA: my boundries). Post Op... See you soon, deal with ya there. Peace outro ESCObarred your ass up, play the hole, I'll pray for your soul. Either that, or the streets finna eat you whole.