Lyrics:
really a trend, it’s the media, no it’s a tedius bend towards the medium, it’s the realiziation of men, and we are a mess, see a lot of em dead,
I’m off in
my new love Mary Jane who shows me truth
Just a ruthless clueless rude bitch with an attitude who’s
Used to getting used by dudes now you wanna try
Now this cell is my residence, my address is The Row.
24 hour lock down, when they'll kill me who knows?
Guilty, we the unfree!
Dead men walking
don't really care f**k your feelings too
I was getting bullied by a fat, fat had a rap beef with this wack, wack
Now the internet made it so easy to show
with this King Cobra bottle
Make the bitch respect Michael Tyler
Lord know a nigga don't want to, but all you muthafuckas gotta
Not wantin
Don't fuck with that boy, don't play with that boy, he's out of his mind
24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!)
So high in
get you by luring family
And y'all would just listen, ya, ya
Y'all would just listen, ya, ya
I don't care what you say to me in the end, cause I know
Bysmol
sick abysmal bitch suckin dildos instead of dicks for kicks
No time for fake bitches, just sip some orange juice with my real bitches
And I just got
like that kinda shit
We men, don't weep
No one cares 'bout how you feel
Walk the plank if you can't provide And go with
The thousonds of screams
Under
a glock
Like i'm the 7th path of pain i'm here to bleed the block
And you gone be dead when they get here you don't need the cops
Yung boy moving quiet but
bending in a johnny I couldn't stir it
Bro fourteen making grown men cry, that's why they fear him
I'm a makin' in this rap shit, by myself, I declare it
Was born in eighty five
Stayed by the ATM
Got money in ATL never see me with eighty men
They saying bars back hope I got ya ATTN
Won't see me at A3C
the Benji's envy my perfection
Keep the semi by the Fendi, kill the section
In life you got to learn your lessons, God tests
I remember them days I was dead
the bullet steady whistling
Got the pistol whizzing by your head
Used to flex like you was tough, what the fuck you got muscular dystrophy?
You don't want
to suffocate these niggaz yo
Holla and let that bitch breathe one time
One time, one time, ay
Ay, see I was driving by the river on the west side of forever
dead
They gone for good
Its always been my goal
To put bread
In other peoples pocket
That's how I profit
Its crazy cause we don't know
How much time we
that I'm done, that's for life
Abstence myself from these drugs
So that I can just live a new
Life without worrying to die
I'm, twenty seven years old
they can't cock-block me
G-dub, I know you know this bitch by tha name of Danielle
Body of a Goddess, face from hell
But oh shit, this wasn't
got the shit plugged in.
Another stupid one thinking Eiht's fixing to spend.
Called up the bitch like um 7:30.
Still in the bathtub, damn this was
me you hate her
A bitch will always disappoint you yea that's bitch nature
Don't worry bout it now pour up drink up n pick up the pieces later
Listen
and six bedrooms in the house
I'm seven years old, eatin' one hundred dollar plates
Y'all don't know what that taste like
Gucci shoes, Gucci socks, Gucci
saved my life
They know who they are..
And ahhh I mean I could live to be a thousand years
old and never re-pay them
I don't think this song would pay
racks they not in a bank
No advice don't care what you say
Gruden grinder I know my plays
Raps so hard I'll sign today
Bitch don't worry bout the money I
This shit mad cute
Man y'all already know by now it's triple seven for life
A-R-U Good what's good gang let me talk to them
It's a hell of a time
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