Untitled Song

sitting clean fresh out the lot with some guap

in my pocket old shoes and hat

but fuck it il still rock it

clean like it was mad over seas

death awaits soon in time i guess il wait and see

if its my time to go il go

will i make it to heaven i guess il never now till it happens

spent half my life rappin wishing and hoping for good but

bullshit always ends up happening god let me down

and the devil picked me up god emptied out my cup

but the devil poured up another one spark me up another one

am still not done am still always tripping gripping on my gun

 

 

steady tripping pistol gripping on my four five

life and death are so alike just like we all cry

all lie or tell the truth if we wanna thug life till i die

burning marijuana and sipping henney

with some coka pocos perro locos cant forget my locas