Untitled Song
• Written by jay_jay22
Where you belong with your family
I'm a baller, literally
But if so, I'll take the scorn, indeed happily
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody
But if so, I'll take the scorn, indeed happily
Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Light girls if it's black they attract to usually
And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually
Killer stay uptown, Louden VA tree
Once as a slave who imagined being free
Than the muse of a family
And you are you too, but bitch I'm three
Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
Yes, I'm sure we could all agree
Malia family, We the family
Satin to the silks, I'm icy when it's sunny
I tell em "honey, I no Cher" I'm so sunny
You a lady boss, now you fly free
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
When I arrive the whole town gets sunny
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free
Almost lost my life to the industry
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
Yeah got to the club early just to get in free
You can never tell me that I'm not hungry
Away the tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee
Chillin' with homies and family
From curb surfingWe working the industry
Let me rideUntil I get free
No smilesCause ain't a thing funny
Did the best I could, raised in insanity
Shit with our whole family
Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
Away the tragedy, so I stay sucker free
The Watch Cost Me 2; your bitch, free
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jay_jay22
Member since June 4 2022