Untitled Song
• Written by JKOLS
Arrest me if im faking. Im not a cheetah
to my woman im her lion. Bring the bacon home, shit sad if I take to long she
think im cheating. Im getting sick cause of all her shit that im eating. Was hoping
to see a little me. so I gave her my semen. Im trying hard to touch my people,
straighten em without preaching. Hope I make a change, before
leaving. Mama be grieving, the lord told me ima see him soon. He told this evening.
So excuse me for not cheesing 24 hours a day. I pray that God remove this
cup, and plate. Before I break. And here I was suppose to be built to last, But
can I levitate, hell nah I was built to crash. Remember that crash we had
way back had me paranoid. But fuck that past. Cause future last forever.
Very void, was my heart at the end of summer 2014. I think im PAC reincarnated
all that changed was the nose ring. Jinx the whole industry owes me for bringing,
legendary 90's back. O he's Resurrection. Cause all these faggot ass mc's
wouldn't get a erection even if Nikki played with her pussy. I love Hip-Hop,
I will never stop I rather play hooky from life. And after I hope I drop. Knife to
the hearts, of fate of heart. And if I fuck up, I Pray to start over, but im
never sober. Had dreams of hopping out da rover, that had a scoffer,
5-star hotel room service. with the swede sofa. any questions.
Class is in session, if you attend you might reach perfection. which leads to
blessings of gwap, next you get affection from hoes who never thought to pay
attention to you. Oooooo Awhhhhhh. yeap this mattress is fucking right. u a busta
im a G. so yo girl ima fuck tonight. If u move that gravy, better sell that rice.
Yall clam to be super niggas, well I guess im kryptonite...
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JKOLS
Member since June 13 2014