Untitled Song
• Written by Mahoney
i was on my phone seeing some vines
And as i come up with rhymes
Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines
This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines
Made a million with the pen
Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then
Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court y
oHuate when i can't date you but i also need m
yW es pgarcien dt,o othese niggas asking for some p
rGormeow up in the jungle where it's killers at war
Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill
I'm talking fader, complex, double
Got to the end of the tunnel
Shout out them strippers who hustle
I'm modest, and humble
A criminal grind mean hustle
I'm like roots, you a new shovel
Any fuckers who in my way better click on their buckle
Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble
Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble
then i got scard to death
Carefree i don’t need the stress
To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success
My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes
With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less
And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath
Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
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Mahoney
Member since November 7 2014