My Life
• Written by J-King
I came to rep my hood
I gotta ride clean, I gotta smoke good.
Pullin on big fat cigars like shug
aint gotta explain whats already understood.
Baby Im a 'G', Im jus tryin to get full
that hot ass .380 keep em warm like wool.
A nigga talkin shit, I wish a nigga would, boy
have you smellin like shit from a bull, boy.
I got a lot but I could never get enough
man, them 26 inches got the low - low sittin up, yep.
Momma I could fix you, so you need to hook it up, yep
Muhammad Ali, how i beat that pussy up.
You not a Soprano, play pussy, get fucked
comin in my hood and you bound to get stuck.
You really aint prepared dawg
choppa split yo ass in half, now they can share yall.
Thats the game, stop lookin for a fare call
pussy cat niggas, watch em cough up a hair ball.
Lookin like, why you gotta stare dawg
this choppa cut heads off, it doesnt cut hair off.
You niggas is air soft
soft shell taco, mild sauce.
Move the Ferrari like a wild horse
or I get choeffered like a mob boss.
My game tight, watch out for dis swagger
Im shaper than a knife. sword, blade and dagger.
Dont play wit me Casper, bang, bang
gun play, dont play wit me bastards.
Duck tape, dont break the wrapper
Ima sale it to em whole, they gone pay me faster.
Bitch make me rich
if not, make me cum, then wrap these bricks.
Bitch blow on these dice
bet you never seen a nigga shine quite as bright.
Watch me bet my whole hand on a 8 or 6, 10 or 4, 5 or 9
hey hey lil rappers its survival time.
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
Im insane, I need a shrink.
Im untamed, I need a leash
and I like my sprite Easter pink.
My neck stay frosty, my diamonds cooler
I have more jewels, than your jeweler.
Touch em, and ill bust your madula
thats a bullet hole, it is not a tuma,
Im double 'M' junior, Im number 1
my chain so flashy i cant even go in the sun.
If you need em sold, Ima get that done
100 round drum, on this Tommy gun.
If I ever pop the trunk, Ima watch em run
its nothin to me, its all in fun.
Ima pull up and sick them hots on em
with these 16's, we gone put some shots on em.
I been sellin crack since like the 5th grade
never really made no difference what the shit made.
Mayback Matthew showed me how to flip em, how to maintain
how to spend that money, get em back, and do the same thang.
We all eatin over here, call us the Double 'M' money gang
call us the skee mask hustle gang.
You boys are pussy, every one of yalls a lame
lost yo life early, now yo family thinkin ¨what a shame¨
not cause you dead, but cause the dishonor you brought the family name.
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J-King
Member since May 16 2015