@crizzle

5 years ago

i aint gon say free my nigga cause i know that you did it just know i got that bail money for you i know you need it nine thousand i just got it straight out the bank that was my savings but for my niggas i'd go rob the bank, for ya i told ya, that just because they riding they ain't your friends look at them niggas from the block they ain't give you a cent they all broke boys, they call themselves coke boys, thiefin from they momma's bag but all them niggas jokes boy i ain't no social worker i ain't here to son nobody plus i got way too many issues for my own damn self about the hood we were placed in i'm taking consideration these judges give yo ass three years just for some parcticipation soon as the hammer hit the wood maybe you'll realize you should've stuck to hooping and stayed out the hood good, bad, vibes all last week your life can change in just a week you start out strong now you weak seasons passing us by dear summer no memphis bleek pleasant vibes all my life with a corona all i seek, all i seek, we haven't heard from you now you forgotten you antique, yeah and all your boys can get to kicking rocks i'd rather keep away from these boys like they got chicken pox, uh hundred dollar bill in my pocket, it's been crumbled up, so long that it started to harden and if you got a problem we can get to boxing yo girl wanna open up to me that's why they call me locksmith am i a pimp? i can't call it but if my gente feeling me lemme hear you say chale (hold up let me get my water break, winners only) sticking and moving just like biggie told inf ever since i saw 10k on the table ain't been the same since momma tells me it's a sin the way you living the living fast, fast women, and balling like a Piston but i'm ignant i know it won't be easy but it's scripted, plus grandma telling me that i'm different and yet i'm gifted that's uplifting the opposite of what the teachers growing up told me young dumb and on the deecline but these niggas forty asap like goldie, i gotta make it out i'm throwing the hands with the struggle i'm on the seventh bout niggas yapping from the side "go a different route" i'm bouta hop out the ring like Khabib and knock some niggas out huh, like Khabib, they question my intelligence on the books but i'm from the streets show respect i'm the uncle you over there my niece i ain't getting on my knees hoe you bow down to me that's word to kodak, its getting cold where is yo coat at? i'm just trying to be number one like Cardi's Bodak, yellow they talking bout my attitude i'm way too mellow i ain't the type to be switching teams i'm not Carmelo you in the basement but i'm on the 44th level you getting dragged to hustle like Lavar to Melo, huh break it down i'm liquidizing it jell-o you were getting ready to say goodbye but this my hello QNP

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