LOOO
• Written by user85190491
all these niggers wanna hate on my sins
if you dont fix up mana send a right hook to ur chin
Get the skeng and spark that shit
mana smoke smoke so i aint dat fit
Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped
Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit
We bring on horror like Tales From the Crypt
we aint heartless we just use are heat less
Carefree I don’t need the stress
i smoke og kuch fuck stress
tell a bich give it a rest
I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest
Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest
remeber back in the days my mum was struggling
Roses by the dozen, everyday I'm hustling
And now the present got you struggling
In My Dreams, Stomach Is Rumbling
and i know it was hard so i never complained
woke up got dressed and continued my day
Tell me how can we live this way
night after night sit and pray
dear lord
never kept up with the new clothes
Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans
brother nearly dead laying in a hos bed
got the news over the phone
mum felt so alone
i used to be the kid that wanted to beef
now im just the kid that wanna be free
And I don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
With your flashlight, tell me what do you see
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user85190491
Member since October 30 2015