Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
This here’s a jam for all the fellas
Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
Revelations say you either fry or fly
Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy'
Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why
We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly
Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die
Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high
You just need to take me, i know you can fly
I told her all about how we been living a lie
Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why]
Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry
Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly
I'm on my grown man b.i you see why
I bet you've never seen a pig fly
These haters hope i hurry up and die
I wonder why, i sit and cry
God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy
If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high
I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry
Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die
I can make the clouds jealous
There ain't no treatment and your gonna be helpless
Damn, they wanna label me a menace
I pull up in a ghost, hundred on my necklace
Get shot down cause you’re overzealous
Needs are so timeless, all our wants are endless
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