Untitled Song
• Written by TheAmericant
You see these debris are what I call home
Some thugs got some money but they want it all doe,
Shit is messi, fights kickin' like Ronaldo,
Police give em' sadness and they wallow
Tellin lies, cuz' the truth is hard to swallow
Can't muster the courage to crawl home
All know we gonna be appalled from,
All of them cops so conceded like they gods doe,
On my block, you better drop before the lead pop,
In these street thugs wanna make metal red hot
They get more respect if they blastin' headshots
Dream of coke as they all spittin' where the dead rot
Sweat and tears, plus all of them have fuckin' bled lots
All my homies talk about is wantin' feds popped
Cause its true doe, the only good cop is a dead cop
Shit's like hair spray, man there's more action less talk,
All them lousy motherfuckers pull the big ass guns out
now
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TheAmericant
Member since July 24 2014