Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
im up to date neva ever once gotta everyting too late
Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great
standing strong and yea i gotta earn it n no more rooms for any wrong
That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long
nutin to whine n braggin fo any kinda form to get along
You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong
And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song
gangster wannabe aint know nutin where this mayn had step on
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don
Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton,before it goes dawn
Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong
matter of fact is they just cant accept that they took it too long
Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone
For real, you need to go away just like the rain song
Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone
Yea i'm livin' right obviously these niggas dead wrong
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