lost ages
• Written by Anonymous
to all my gs strugglin in the lost ages,
known for all the lost wages
dieing for a min wages ,
dieing for the green pages
stuck in the heat like big microwave
carnt see around, like a cave
stuck in the middle, like a cage
urrg, manz got me on a rage
mans which gets brave, gets affraid
girls loves jigger like its spades
sitting back watching my rates
looking at you, nobody rates
southeast is the darkest place
dark niggas with dark thoughts and braids gets to trades/
where i see feds ready for raids
all you guys know is getting paid
if not hes getting left in the grave/
give me blunt and let me blaze
till my eyes go, diffrent ways,
take me back to old days
back when i used to wear reebok
had a white girl called jade
realised that sharp thing was called a blade
up till now am still alive and well played
dont bother me am fucking waved
those who dont like me i will be waving at the gate
we gonnna toast up for the niggas that we hate
gunna be someone great
when am telling the bosses "sorry am late"
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