Free Thoughts
• Written by Tshwaro
yohh leaving in a cold and tough world,
tryna earn money man im tryna make it work,
fighting for my life.... so i can survive,
niggas holding rifles walking round ending titles,
no hope in this street, but we got war,
like a jungle, we go blindy following ideals
squad going up, yeah we getting right,
she say that thirsty for my dick, wants it tonight,
i said baby come and get it but be polite,
otherswise im gonna turn this shit into a fight,
i hate hoes that got a shady fucking pose,
all yall want is a dick that looks like a hose,
yall aint got time for a flower and a rose,
cant you make it right,
at least kiss me on your toes,
i dont think you understand the verses of my flow,
shoutout to my hommies that all fucking know,
grew up in the six and i still finna grow
im now addicted to the gym fam,
man that shit holds me like im a stand,
if you wanna sip come and sip on my can,
but just return it... cause im the man,
i aint good at rapping... but i still try,
aint married to this game,
cause i fucked up my right hand,
slip it in and out and watch her finna moan
saw her nasty friend... and screamed,
"that pussy needs a comb"
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Tshwaro
Member since May 5 2015