SOLO8 - The Enemies Part1

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im just tired of playing that role being a human to reach that goal
 
damn
 
im tired of being a friend a part of a family i want that to end
 
what ever i've done in my life in the past wont effect on me im pass , you just connect the crack
 
 
so fuck you my friends yall go to the hell i want that to end for ever and what i'll do then ?
 
i'll piss on your graves , remember what i did when i gave you my right hand , get fucked in hell
 
i'll bring from the east and send you to the west and i gotta get your girl , in the the hell im blessed
blesses to the best friends who made you trust em ?
fuck friends fuck peace imma teaching ya a lesson
 
you thought your words can take me down
 
fella im up , wassup , you homeless , sounds perfect or you dont like what saying fuck it your fucked my bars are taking over
 
 
they say , old is gold we had to reach our goal , WTF is that bro your future's bald , cuz i trusted , and i found out your fake , for fuck sakes , why did i say our ,, bitch thats it shut up for an hour
 
stab me in the back motherfuker im power , bite me bitch i taste sour
 
i'll stab you motherfuker in the hell after da death and this a true life diss
 
you seems to be pissed cuz your a loner bitch your trying get outta your life. just to pass
 
and you think your cool for smoking grass i'll get you motherfucker and fuck your mother in the ass bitch
 
i hold my past, trying not forget the time i spent with my own its the best
and the risk was frogting my family and rest of da people i love da people i respect
 
but never ever thought by trust. cuz sometimes i aint trusting my self
 
 
 
im the fucking game changer when i kill i dont ever wait come and try me come on try kill solo8
with my faith and what imma saying made them crazy with my brain i turn these bitches insane, my clicks gain, you had pain, and thats strange, cuz you own a gang , i dont blame, im not playing,, i thought you felleas are strict kings
, gold rings and i'll bring and bring, you brought your mama to solve me, imma big, hello baby wassup
 
you thought your crew can take me fuck you and fuck your fat butt
 
 
Motherfuckers are dissed there is no room for the word rest , cuz i didnt left em shit , when i ever hit , i hit
and my toung like an elevator , 100 kilometers up or down ,robs are well gripped ,
i bingo , none of em is strict call me owner of singo

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SOLO8
Member since October 17 2013

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