Untitled Song

don't try and stop me

It's dc, black jeans, black tee

talk shit bring it on

Pay dues like a hair salon

heard worse than that came through the storm felling fresh

take another breath

went through hell

I'ma ring your bell

 

The twin towers fell

take criticism well look im black the shit i do is wack

baseball lacrosse picked up a cousin's legacy

felt like it was left just for me another reason to live

live every day like your last takin risk

i'm being held back threats keeping me away from me being me

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

asking God what is the right thing should i comply or tell another lie

 

I'm an all American guy

more American than apple pie

all my friends are fresh as hell

all my niggas like Adele

I treat my girl well

but she got me under a spell

yo homeboy shell

he got that funny smell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

 

Got four underneath the old-school as we

hold the key