SlowVerses
• Written by MitchHale
I dont hang around with bitches that dress like a lame
I dont fuck around with kids who don't stay in their lane
you know how it goes down in the 603
brews bros and hoes we stay puffing on the trees
you know me
im not one to disagree
I'm taken any drug long as that shits free
My brains to wired to try and make sense
Bodys to tired and my clothes are all drenched
I take my last breath as I light up the green
Awake to my death some may say I'm a fiend
I haven't smoked in 2 weeks that shit makes me weak
Im having troubles eating and i can't fall asleep
These thoughts in my head just won't go away
I fought and I bled for this shit everyday
but now I've got nothing had to throw it all away
had to find another motive had to play another game
Damn, this shits all changed
Party with the kids then they're getting detained
Insane, we wont throw no blame
Cops harass us but we wont say no names
Just aim, at their chests and at their brains
Give them what they're worth
Just a blood red stain
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MitchHale
Member since November 6 2014