When you comin' with the wolfin' I'mma split your fuckin' doom You ain't got it you should hang it up I'm sorry to be rude You just started doin' shit that I was doin' years agoĪnd comin' around out the back of the lack andĪll that shit, but you ain't really fuckin' lyrical I don't give a fuck about your favourite rapper I'mma dump knives Might end up in a hearse from my birth never church on a Sunday Shit, I don't know what the hell is worse I live life one day at a time in a line on a Monday I'm drinkin' bitter ain't no better than the shit I'm droppin' In a savanna it really don't matter ain't nobody stoppin' ya Than I'd be barely fuckin' livin' with the homies in the ally and theįor my people trynna make it out of prison Trynna make a mil and do it independent and if it wasn't for my fans
Twisted insane age full#
I tell people I've been cursed since birthįeeling like they gon' find me on the floor with aīody full of holes and my face up in the motherfuckin' dirt One of these times I ain't wakin' up I know I wanna mention that it be always in the back of a nigga mind that This ain't a picnic semi automatic get toĬookin' through you niggas like some nesquik Who wanna get this work no clue what to do Take it out on all so who's on my hit list Individuals that will not be overpowered or overwhelmed Shit is hella' crazy, a quarter mile trynna walk me an inchĬame a long way since I slept up on a benchĪs I begin to realise my omnipotence and embrace it Now If I lose it every time I think I made some cheese shit It was a dream for me making it in the music
Think it's just a hobby, but I need my weed I don't give a shit I only need my wife and a spliff I don't even know this nigga, who the fuck you come with? Who wanna toolie you be quiet than a bitch Yes indeed you wanna hit up on my swisher I be better off just trippin' off a bottle of the liquor
Posted with the homies, I ain't dealin' wit' you phonies The heater just in case some wanna test me trip I was on the front line daily walkin' with I just wanna progress, no stress, blowin' on some cess weed One day I promise I'll be livin' off of rap shit, that's it I walk out the door trynna face my fiends I can't walk away so I stay to protect it My strap was so jammed, so there was no protection I used to bomb the beaker on them when I was walking every one mile Living life day to day walking into a world full of unknownsĪnd for days I would lay in the junk pile