Been stabbed twice with a kitchen knife have a limp from being a pimp I carry a gun To really have some fun I dont care I just glare Money is always with me Its not so free Espically rags before anything at least im always bing bling$$$$$ who knows and who cares how long i live Will i be shot by my cousin siv will it be murder or just fucked everthing sucks i dont give a fuck Im outta luck gotta fly hopefully i wont die catch you next time with a new rhyme as i go as a killing witness only to tell you i am in the wrong business you got have mucsle you gotta always hustle
Reason for writing:
To all the soldiers out there , to my bros in jail , to the bros that are dead , n the sick bros who got aids , n with all my bros without much hope , but a rag to fallow ! to my bros in red , who play with death everday !
Birth sign: Aries
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