Untitled Song
• Written by KRACC
I'm tryn to get hell of paid I been threw hell of days
now I got hellish ways my hangout is them alley ways
all my youngin want is fuckin j's look at wat we created
never knew I was this hated come test a nigga ill grade it
still faded I cant lie I feel so amazing
but the high cant mask the shit we facing
grab my cup somebody please lace it
so much pain in body.... somebody please take it
I den mastered my craft like tom brady
n I'm taking off aint no limitations
its war time u better get equipped
the world mine shit I read the blimp
remanissin bout the niggas who jump ship
its not bout where they at its bout wat they left
and loyalty is wat I fuckin meant....wen I said I love u nigga
but to lived this way wasn't my intent
i done seen so many men come to an end
so i get bent like fuck dat i shot first he aint bust back
is it really a place in the sky where we can relax n aint beef at
i believe that..... that's a true fact ill be there cuz i was heaven sent
when u niggas gossip i don't toon in ways of a bitch
nigga u a bitch shoot a nigga ass down until he cant twitch
I'm goin beast mode like that nigga lynch
I'm tryin to get money like dat nigga mitch
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KRACC
Member since September 8 2015