El Capitan Morgan
• Written by RichieRich
People said they had my back until the end
The only friends Ive made are Codeine mixed with gin
Streets are cold and people told me
Hold your own cause it gets lonely.
Told that bitch I got some homies
She do me wrong then she gon know me.
Homies catch me slippin
Writin sloppy cuz I`m sippin.
And all these bitches got me trippin.
I`m a captain on a mission.
This my ship. You my Crew.
And you gon do, what I tell you to.
Party crowd is loud,
And this bitch gon take me home.
I gave that bitch my number
but I never answer phones.
Man I`m blown.
I got stoned.
Haters try to pull me down
But they`ll never take my throne.
And I`m the realist.
Not some Basic bitch rockin those acrylics.
I`ll make millions, I mean billions.
Bill gates couldn`t comprehend
Cuz the game that I`m in,
it`ll leave u full of sin
till you fallin back and bend
this industry don`t give you much.
But I aint here to make no friends.
Cuz in the end. I`ll stil be pimpin up my benz.
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RichieRich
Member since June 26 2014