SO REAL
• Written by SmokinBo
When them thangs go to poppin
Ain't a neighbor one watching
5.0. They on the job but ain't a soul talken
Always slow talked although conversates often
Never on a topic that brought up any charges
The sharpest got the drop and army crawlen through garbage
Target spotted Dawg I'm on it he's already a carcass
born thuggin glock forty got the floor bloody
I'm on porch blunted junky run up wanna score something
But can't afford nothing o lord I don't wanna see no more of it
This ain't the life I chose but I'm a die bye the code.
Live by it die by it I know I'm a get smoked
Paranoid and hearen voices pistol pointed at the door
Incase these imaginary noises I can't ignore come for war
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SmokinBo
Member since September 2 2015