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Have you ever worked so hard to reach a goal
Then fail and watch all your cards fold
Watch your plan as it becomes spoiled
Soiled and heart boiled and hardship sold
I go with the soul do what i'm told from the old
Cuz I shine bright like gold but life put on a hold
Man that shit get's so old talking about how your ice is cold
I just diss fakes and burn em' with charcoal
Making feel like they lost is my goal cuz there dull
I got a new sharpened skull pulled with a hull
I still think as one, and ya'll still a whole
Bury average lyrics in a hole like a mole
Most talk about how a shawty can dance on a pole
But I talk about how each vote takes a role
Talk about how if you vote on each toll
But we all live in the governments bowl
Our lives is what they stole and it remains uncontrolled
I still chop bitches up though, can em' like fruit in a can like Dole
I can read all my lyrics with a blindfold
Pay all my bills with a single bankroll
Still living at home in a household
A small family only a handful
But still in a pond like a tadpole
Go down quick like a sinkhole, buried in a foxhole
Money is what most can't find a loophole
So they put a tenfold in a choke-hold
And hope that the sides won't let go
Living life just to make some dough
Even risking a life by selling coke
Snorting snow or smoking on what you blow
But you don't even know the side effects
How soon you can't even take breaths
Life is now a threat, no sex, train wreck
Your like Star Trek, a single speck and no flex
I send more texts than you do to your Ex
Balance eggs on no pecks
It's complex trying to show off a Rolex
But have no index a brain like a vortex
Reading pages off of Peyton Manning's forehead
Five-Six-Eight, Number 18 on my plate
Got shot too late ran to another state
A death was fake and your shit's faker
A win is so much more sweeter
Your a wife beater, a faggot cheater
Your so small your wife screams GO DEEPER
Your a devil's gates keeper, a horn dog seeker
Too poor to afford sneakers, NO ONE likes the Lakers
Ratings don't even fluctuate, they stay down like an elevator
But I gotta go bye, Please tell that guy, He will soon die
Bleed out from a wound, a bullet hit him in the thigh
Almost on drugs, literally so damn high

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Psycadelik
Member since April 13 2015

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