The Song
• Written by Kwall
Let me tell you my story
Of my trap life
I ran coastal club
Up and down the streets
I can feel the heat
Everytime I hear my phone rang, I'm on my feet
No time to take a seat
I have clients to meet
Door to door my products are helping my eat
Yeah thats my loud, it reeks
Yeah thats my white, you wont sleep
Yeah thats my shrooms, come and eat
No time to sleep, the money awoke me
I hustle and keep the muscle on me
The cops are on me, throw the key
Its tough in the streets
I'm trying to feed my sheeps
Here take a g, its my treat
We all goin eat
I might be lit, waatch me sway
Thats profit on profit on profit
You tried to rob me and I lost it
Get the shotgun and run it
Best believe my soldiers are going to gun it
Nothing is standing in my way
But best believe I'm making money at the end of the day
And if im not thats not okay
Leave it under the door
If its not there expect to see gore
It turned me rotten at my core
I don't snore, because thats when they lurk
And I wont be another black man in the dirt
I wear my blood and sweat on my shirt
I abide by my word
How may serve you today
Shall I pray or shall I slay
How about I hold my head and spray
Blah blah blah
Your heads still on, you're okay
You'll fine just follow my way
I'm planning out the day
I have it all planned out, so listen to what I have to say
We will ride, till we die
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About the Artist
Kwall
Member since May 28 2015