All these junkies sound the same, someone gotta change
She was bad back in the day, now she on the
Blade
Prostitute,
And she only got herself to blame
You responsible for you, so stop being lame That go for negros that be in a gang
You put evil in the world, expectin' it to change
It's a place set up for demons and you on your way
This is just what's on my brain when I contemplate
Don't try to play, all that cappin' we don't tolerate
I'm filled with pain, perseverance, and a lot of drink
On the real, I know some people who don't mind when they incarcerated
He say at least when he do time, it's a place to lay at
Another friend ain't in the pen, but he love that paper
He say if they want what's his, they gon' have to take it
I thought,
He the one to call if something pop off
Got the iron in the club, thought we playin
Top Golf
Nah, ain't the same, hard not to sweat when you stand this close to the flame I lost a lot of things, but I still ain't lose my aim
Feel like Johnny Dang, broke the mold and
Made a name
Nah, ain't the same, hard not to sweat when
You stand this close to the flame I lost a lot of things, but I still ain't lose my aim
Feel like Johnny Dang, broke the mold and
Made a name
I must admit I don't believe em' when they
Say they lethal
They made of glass, it seems to me they whole persona see-through
Rap like a fiend and somehow thinkin that our lyrics equal
They bus was short and classroom little
I can't even teach em'
Side note,
My homie (t2k) newest album streaming
If I ain't featured on the next one, then I'm gon' delete it
I'm just sayin', I ain't playin
It's your move, got the button in my hand Shawty want some Benihana's, took her to
Japan I don't do no middleman, I meet you where you stand
Pulled up like the Klan with a hoodie on my head
Need a CDL, all this product in my van
Made a PDF about the routes that I done planned
It's gon' be a wedding if I got her in my bed
I ain't runnin' round like a chicken with no head
Thought it's fun and games, he got A.I.D. Instead
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All these junkies sound the same, someone gotta change
She was bad back in the day, now she on the
Blade
Prostitute,
And she only got herself to blame
You responsible for you, so stop being lame That go for negros that be in a gang
You put evil in the world, expectin' it to change
It's a place set up for demons and you on your way
This is just what's on my brain when I contemplate
Don't try to play, all that cappin' we don't tolerate
I'm filled with pain, perseverance, and a lot of drink
On the real, I know some people who don't mind when they incarcerated
He say at least when he do time, it's a place to lay at
Another friend ain't in the pen, but he love that paper
He say if they want what's his, they gon' have to take it
I thought,
He the one to call if something pop off
Got the iron in the club, thought we playin
Top Golf
Nah, ain't the same, hard not to sweat when you stand this close to the flame I lost a lot of things, but I still ain't lose my aim
Feel like Johnny Dang, broke the mold and
Made a name
Nah, ain't the same, hard not to sweat when
You stand this close to the flame I lost a lot of things, but I still ain't lose my aim
Feel like Johnny Dang, broke the mold and
Made a name
I must admit I don't believe em' when they
Say they lethal
They made of glass, it seems to me they whole persona see-through
Rap like a fiend and somehow thinkin that our lyrics equal
They bus was short and classroom little
I can't even teach em'
Side note,
My homie (t2k) newest album streaming
If I ain't featured on the next one, then I'm gon' delete it
I'm just sayin', I ain't playin
It's your move, got the button in my hand Shawty want some Benihana's, took her to
Japan I don't do no middleman, I meet you where you stand
Pulled up like the Klan with a hoodie on my head
Need a CDL, all this product in my van
Made a PDF about the routes that I done planned
It's gon' be a wedding if I got her in my bed
I ain't runnin' round like a chicken with no head
Thought it's fun and games, he got A.I.D. Instead
She was bad back in the day, now she on the
Blade
Prostitute,
And she only got herself to blame
You responsible for you, so stop being lame That go for negros that be in a gang
You put evil in the world, expectin' it to change
It's a place set up for demons and you on your way
This is just what's on my brain when I contemplate
Don't try to play, all that cappin' we don't tolerate
I'm filled with pain, perseverance, and a lot of drink
On the real, I know some people who don't mind when they incarcerated
He say at least when he do time, it's a place to lay at
Another friend ain't in the pen, but he love that paper
He say if they want what's his, they gon' have to take it
I thought,
He the one to call if something pop off
Got the iron in the club, thought we playin
Top Golf
Nah, ain't the same, hard not to sweat when you stand this close to the flame I lost a lot of things, but I still ain't lose my aim
Feel like Johnny Dang, broke the mold and
Made a name
Nah, ain't the same, hard not to sweat when
You stand this close to the flame I lost a lot of things, but I still ain't lose my aim
Feel like Johnny Dang, broke the mold and
Made a name
I must admit I don't believe em' when they
Say they lethal
They made of glass, it seems to me they whole persona see-through
Rap like a fiend and somehow thinkin that our lyrics equal
They bus was short and classroom little
I can't even teach em'
Side note,
My homie (t2k) newest album streaming
If I ain't featured on the next one, then I'm gon' delete it
I'm just sayin', I ain't playin
It's your move, got the button in my hand Shawty want some Benihana's, took her to
Japan I don't do no middleman, I meet you where you stand
Pulled up like the Klan with a hoodie on my head
Need a CDL, all this product in my van
Made a PDF about the routes that I done planned
It's gon' be a wedding if I got her in my bed
I ain't runnin' round like a chicken with no head
Thought it's fun and games, he got A.I.D. Instead
Writer: Malachi Coleman
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