War Ch3st
• Written by Crossover33
War Ch3st
Strive to be the best
Drive lines, no success
Blessed but all these hoes want is sex
Yo Peer though my broken lens
I'm broke, no hope, No Regrets
A known mess, i Wither like a rose,
But I pose no threats,
No Meds, Spiritual Growth,
I'm A Gold Rolex, Grotesque,
Got Big stones, So I Flow with the best
Man i Can't cope with the stress,
Soo depressed, Got Cold Sweats,
Man I don't even own a cent,
Got plenty of old Debt
Yo Whatever I do makes no sense
Coalesce, Yea I've failed at life, four tests
But Im A virtual Vortex
I Been ta War, north sent, My Roars they went,
Up Directly inta My riches,
My War chest
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Crossover33
Member since February 1 2017