Untitled Song
• Written by Capital-Gains
If you only had one shot
Or one opportunity
I'd say fuck that shit
Mom get out of my room please
Its my time to shine
Centennial to Boulder
That snow on my slab
Makes it a little colder
Too much addy but
A dab should hold me over
On the corner all
Day playin sticks and ladders
with R J
Work flow stronger than mathers
with an attitude
That leaves me bangin your mom
up all over the rafters
Transformed by the profit
A lifestyle adopted
Target on your back
My glock looks like an option
they say I'm a
racist bastard
Don't trust me
I'm a hazard
White Frat Boy
Must be my daddy's
money that I'm after
He don't work
He just play
Fuck those guys
they're all gay
They never do anything
useful anyway
But wait?
Aren't they having a party on friday?
Like an addict in the street
I'm cracked out
All this addy that I eat
Ain't giving me no handout
Like a fish in a river
the bank is all I see
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Capital-Gains
Member since May 29 2015