Ain't What I Want
• Written by iixxcomptonkidxxii
iixxcomptonkidxxii's Notes
This rap wasn't designed to be very lyrical or anything I just felt like making up a verse to this bomb ass beat.
Tell me have you ever seen him,
Walkin' down yo block,
With that fat stack,
And a couple rocks,
That's my brother man,
And he about them shots
Gets that paper man,
Like a whole lot.
And no I don't know anything about my uncle, boy
They say he got licked,
Tell him he deserved it,
Cuz he's a convict, a real piece of shit.
Made my bro commit and end the bullshit...
Left my fam back in Comptown
It prolly saved me,
Cuz now I got a new stomping ground
Daly City boy,
That is where I lounge,
You can see me on the corner slangin' pound for pound
It's that Coca,
Man that white shit,
Or that shit that gets you lit real fuckin' quick
No explanation boy,
Just buy it,
Then you come back for your daily fix!
Niggas snitchin' on me,
That's the rumor,
I found the snitch boy,
Harold Schumer
Matter of fact,
One of my consumers
Hit the regulate like one, two , three, four
Shots go off,
The boy drops dead,
As I lay in bed,
I dream about,
That big red fucking hole in Harold's head!
It's a tough life constantly in dread!
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iixxcomptonkidxxii
Member since October 11 2014