Roast

Yo i gotta a lot lot on mind

I dont wanna waste my time

Be on these streets flipping dimes

Cause everyone living in hard times

 

Im waiting for you at the door

Move ya butt cuz ya moving real slow

Cant pick up a job ended up visiting for burlow

Now ya lost, lost like waldo

 

 

Cant handle the truth, the truth fooled you, and u never knew

Ya acting brand new like a pair of shoes

Air jordans im balling ya life put me on snooze

Ya fruit that aint new news ya breath so bad its like ya fusing nukes

Ya looks just give me the spooks. My bars so fire

Boiiii .u .mine .as .well .retire.

 

How do ya feel? Ya just got roasted!

Ya let down ya sheild. Just take down some notes and

Maybe you'll get it next time. Bt steal my rhymes.

*drops mic*

 

Lyrics By: Gianna Howard ™©