Flesh and blood annoying me my drugs need to be potent.. tired of being they yes man yes man i need to be bogus. peep the envy i notice until favors requested no turning back too much hatred invested finesse it, capture bad vibes and let Satan ingest it.. ridin' in a old school the tape in the deck i'm from the old school daytons impressive these lil niggas murder shit show over close the curtains. drinking out the bottle hard to swallow all my burdens. maybe one day i will flourish, my vibe gone lost potential this instrumental encourage my mind gone, took my talent for granted could've capitalized, vodka and pomegranate keep me slanted cutting ties with the guys who eventually vanish dead souls bed cold i miss my lil baby head hurt dead wrong i tortured my lady too many problems. acting like she cause em' took my money and flexed it you could see the agression i kept it real from the start these people lying tho..............
Reign on my parade? You'd need the crown for that first Critics in the stands grillin' me like I'm the worst Like I'm the one getting money while disrespecting their turf Last I checked, we all share the same planet Earth, no? It ain't hurtful, I just kicked the squares from my circle I eat these pussies like I'm feeding on their mothers' birthholes Peep the universe, all the way down is turtles That's what I realize as I sit and let the herb blow In my journal, I pen the wickedest thoughts Demons rise from each page, grin and spring forth My mind shines like the Aurora Borealis in the North Or a mother's eyes as her son's sentenced up in court What's the verdict? Either guilty or court adjourned For every lesson experienced you either ignored it or you learned Way too unperturbed, by these rappers beneath my tier False Evidence Appearing Real, is the literal make up of FEAR
Hard to put my pride to rest, until i die i guess. to obsessed with murder and money it seems. like a dream death calling me, i can hear the screams. I know he wish he didn't slip up heard threw the vine that he died Slit his throat did he get the hiccups. I'm divine, no need to spill the wine on her c cups. too many secrets exposed one love X's & O's. i been told i'm the freshest with codes competition corrode lessons revered protection on my dresser be professional when addressing the kid undressing her caressing her titties then bless her with fifties. you could play with the pussy i don't touch it i just fuck it. and lay in the pussy my momma stay praying for pussies you take his side you could lay with the pussy dig a grave blow your brain and decay with the pussy i'm hall of fame why you ballin' on rookie i manipulate the fortune in my cookie - hearing voices in my head a lot of ghost up in my bed, room maybe i'll be dead, soon, it's not a curse to me the sweet sound of death is a nursery almost died plenty times time to meet the reaper again it's our anniversary!
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