Intro
• Written by Shyzler
Maybe, maybe just maybe I'll have a pretty baby
and a lady who hates me but still she serenades me
I speak about who betrayed me and who tried to invade me
I'm tryna be the one that people say they overplayed me
but bro i'm homemade it was time to evade and upgrade
I used to be afraid of the crime rate, seen every single murder that
they displayed
But I was smart so in every situation I escaped
They said that I portrayed a man who cannot fuckin relate
Feed my wild side like I'm Jack Links
Keep my heart cold like I'm Jack Frost
I don't give a fuck what you niggas think
you can get a toss then dunk chris bosh
so much time on my hands like I'm wearin' quartz
I swear you niggas need jesus hear the lord
I stay with my bloodhounds like we was a horde
If they fake then I cut them off, umbilical cord
but wait were not done we stretchin' to the shore
what the fuck is everybody beefin' for?
We takin' battles so we rise the score
I'm back from the dead risin' from my corpse
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About the Artist
Shyzler
Member since June 16 2015