Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
Ent
We're all the same in the end,
Never ever pay rent
See, you're my best friend
Stitches latching i want to pretend
Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent
Outta town rapper, bitches love to hear my accent
Smell death in the air, around here, thats a common scent
It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement
I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent
He needed a change, so i gave him fifty cent
Now i was born by the river in a little tent
Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went
Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast
Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best
I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed
That happen to act like a black president
I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
Aimin' at his partner who know he up next
Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west
And my vision isn't set on the money i get
My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet
Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set
- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head
You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet
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