freestyle
• Written by clayton
Go get the money out the safe and bring it back hand it to the leader pass it back
get the glock You Chris, I rock That means I
Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die
I told her all about how we been living a lie
Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die
I don't wanna come down from this love I got on high
Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high
My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try
Late night hanging out til the sunrise getting high
My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky
Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try
We having’ a celebration, love to stay high
And that they love to see us all go to prison or die
live my life in a cell or try
Nigga I'm the shit, I've doing this since knee high
You need to hit the door, search for a new guy
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie
maybe when im high
I mean the game been dry
Till we're dumb high, dumb high
So let me tell you about this guy
These haters hope I hurry up and die
Trying keep up with my mind, and you wonder why
you cry when we walk by
I wonder why, I sit and cry
They gonna tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
Thuggin' till the day I die
God damn it, I'm one hell of a guy
Never meant to make your daughter to cry
Now everybody put your hands up high
and don't cry cause we high
I like big butts and i cannot lie
Moving, eyelids low cause my bills too high
my hoes do cry lie die and we fly so high you people wonder why we don't die
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clayton
Member since April 11 2014