Full of Dogshit
• Written by Anonymous
Asking for business in the wicked streets in the far
The team offered me the door
I'm like homie don't y'all know I'm poor
Giving me a dramatic hell yeah
I beg for at least being a predator of the floor
And still giving me a no they says good day my brother
Head yourself finding a hooker or
Them bitches in the side, they call em a whore
Used up life like yours like brother you're broke
That is right
It is right my friend, you are broke
Not even a fifty to lead yourself to the store
Heavens the opportunity thats given to you
But prayers won't be saving you
Because Satans put you in an endless loop
Forever and ever til never to be home
Give it a week or two, and what is trust
Youve gotta trust in me, you will be gone
On and on it remains in your head
The attention you receive isn't cuz you're the shit
Hell, you can't afford yourself a piece of bread
Or the golden bullet through your big ass head
Funny how these words are said to me
But these peoples lives are full of hipocrocy
And their lives are twisted biology
Shit, it's rewriting the Bible
Social Media and Weed are the new Adam and Eve
And what's rising from hell are them wicked seeds
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