Daily Life EP (G.O.L.D Bullet ENT.)
• Written by GoldBullet
When I was about
ten, the game was tense,
hence moments while grasping
every step, I felt to be
a threat, blood dripping
from my eyes like sweat,
pure bogus line,
state of terrorist
losing a mind,
hard to find
good music, till
you made a track,
you wanted hits
so you could get a stack,
boi, you know
that was 2013,
thinkin' about this year
pssh thats just whack,
accessible drinks,
sippin' it
like I was suffering,
hustling, in the
streets you meet eccentric
bitches card shuffling,
thriving everyday
gambling, I don't
want that life,
I took my car over to Midas,
getting new rimz at that car
dealership, the El Cheapo
manager with a chick,
cold cut whip,
shit she was expecting a tip,
potential inflicted money,
not entirely sick,
but she liked my Rari
Whips and benzo
wheels, chrome
asphalt on
the hard cement,
plated steel
never dent,
could of
at least been spent,
she digged my
flow of daily life,
later, next discussion
if I agreed to have a wife,
cause trouble with murder
and a knife,so I rap
about stories in the hoods,
she listened, then we made out
in the blackwoods,
hitch for a club,
all day buzzed,
drinks all fuzzed,
deep hangover love,
young and addicted,
purple to make us
faded, convicted like
two birds on a tree,
she continued to hear
my words spoken,
it made her free,
now, here,
at the park sitting on a
bench, her hand
drops out a dime
if I die she'd be the
one to avenge.
Thats my daily life.
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GoldBullet
Member since September 30 2015