My own kind
• Written by Anonymous
Chorus 2x
i think back to when i was Robbin my own kind
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Its been a long summer, and I've been on my grind
Look the mastermind, took the masters mind
Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind
A thin line between the haters and the ones who loves us
Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
ayo lift duke helmet from close range or far distance//
for instance the scope of the burner tell the bullet to go long
//eye in thru the lenses makes it seem as i near him
// till i open his lungs and have his throat to fall off
//god only taught to dump and jet//right before the cops come cuz
i ain't trynna spend time on a cot slumped in beds//
ppfffff nah// why moss look like when randy first came in the league
hitting
//i'm quite handy with a steel so i suggest ya'll fall back young in
//soon as i let the iron off it'll hit harder than tyson in his prime with steps
//mike check one 2 one two//that's all these ramblers yap
//i'm sitting here like what the fuck you Sark do//not thing dam
//make the eighths roar//if ever in yo rap mention about yo sling dam
//i squirt and make a nigga do the Harlem shake
//son better guard up//cuz he can in a minute can catch hollows
in his face mask cuz
i hardly ate
//i only palm if the chrome feel heavy//and
i palm a bitch head force her face to my dick get dome in a chevy
//stop wasting time man//
you bums get blown in you coupe with the AC driving
//i poke funny top with a snub//and yell out when i throw "money shot" firing the muzzle
//leave a piece of flesh on the parking meter// thrown from inside sedans
//niggard in a Benz waving their pinky flashing their ring till they get
boxed and havin screamin "no mas" like roberto duran//dude ran
//i let him flee for about few blocks//till i pulled out my cell and tested
"runner"
//my homie Boa came out the liquor store dishing out dual gloss
//the pierce from the led had dude rocked//woo-whops//brickies
//and some sparkles// gunners gunning down in broad day light
in front of innocent by standin pedestrians
//white boys yelling out "you fucking morons"
// move Riga//we caught em' at the filler station
//hit one with the pump right at the pump/infiltrated/one in the back
with a big mac
She always comin back
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