Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
Bad times hard climbs
Im gonna show your worth
With those mad rhymes
Bad times hard climbs
Im gonna show you the world
And that its all lies
I was just a little kid
Playing in the woods
Fighting with sticks
I used to whatch cartoons
With crazy chicks
My heart was pure
But then i met some bad boys
Who said they got cure
They passed me their nummba
Just said to holla
But i was about to just delete it
When i tought fuck it,
Lets se if its worth it
So I bought it and ran into the woods
And start to roll it
Got some math homework in my backpack
You know fack that
Roll a nasty jay with no papes
Cause i lack that
I light it up with a match
And start smack that
Innhaaaale no choking
Even as kid i knew toking
But this shit got me so really High
I rode on my bike feeling extra fly
Bad times hard climbs
Im gonna show your worth
With those mad rhymes
Bad times hard climbs
Im gonna show you the world
And that its all lies
I rode home
Cause i had discovered the truth
I gotta call my boys and
Pass on this news
Call sadjey, call Erik
I also have a feeling
That Marri wanna hear it
No point calling crispo
Cause He calls first
Aint calling vizion Cause
When it comes to rapp hes the worst
Puff puff pass we smoke
With class
Smoking like some mothafackas
But we knew it wouldnt last
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