hey who?
• Written by AdamtheJuvenile
yes you
gone an drunk off booze
living to never lose
do you need help now
// i dont know i think i need shelta
fuck you
we out here all alone
steady dyeing in the cold
i cant be a soul mate if i aint got a soul
we'll live to be young dont want to die old
im like Lebron James up in his zone
my momma callin phone
tellin me to get home
im just out here trying get blown
young mother fucker just tryna get grown
im king of earth tell me what i dont own
i dont give a fuck yall all can get smoked
cocaine castle just like a hood pope
oh i flow just like the wind blows
still smoking on indo
i dont give a fuck what these bitches sayin
cuz they still hating on me an Satan
she says ill never be as big as clay Aiken
but surly she was mistaken
cuz im the american idol
weed an Fiji is vital
no slit wrist my doors are suicidal
but lost in the thoughts
of believing in god
breathing in sounds while exhaling smog
you aint even smoking on og dog
if thats you bitch why she blown me dog
still she thinks my music superb
doesn't mean smoke all my herb
why do you think im so down to earth
ive been a diamond in the dirt since birth
but hey you out there in the cold
always doing what your told can you hear me
fear me
i swear to god, fire only heals me
riding through in the hood on a ten speed
while watching everyone grind to make ends meet
tell death do you part can you kill me
yeah i rap but i cant speak
third eye when i cant see
lets leave the past be what its is
so grown up but we kids
they coping hats from lids
it doesnt matter when we split yo wig
another creature of the night
but when i bite be flying like mike
got my jeans tailored ike
an if you tryna smash i might hit
goodnight bitch
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AdamtheJuvenile
Member since June 9 2015