I’m keeping my nose clean till my dawgz free Then its on when I point Guard I'll go hard till im dead or stuck behind barz I'll have the tec by my ballz Vest on da chest Pocket full of rockz Bossed up behind me My own pack of thugz and grinding Ain't nuthin' funny bout' it Juss a money hungry mob I'll feed em, call em "my bloodz" Cut up some bricks Shit If I ain't ever herd of ya I'll proabably murder ya trick Chop you up and bury you "Go head" Flap Dem fuckin lips I don’t feel it bitch Not fronting shit homie I could an I'll kill Just because I'm doing good now don't mean I'm still ill Got my homies on wait with the steel to start slangin' Just laying back anticipating And waiting for the days we start bangin' Province to province Travelin’ wit da Hustlaz dawg We be Ballin’, hangin' ‘N’ throwin' it up dawg I’m fucking young But better re-check my swag An OG, my life ain't glamour's u fuck bag Gang-banging’sa way of life motha Phuca U wannabez are real dick suckaz U couldn’t handle this "Correct ya shit" If U think itz kool being gangsta U Bitch
Reason for writing:
I felt like writting something really rough again, and something with honest potential, you guys something not just talk and all dat. Being thuggish ruggish for reals. But I just might not go this way. I still have till October to think about my life and where i wanna go wit it. But Like i say. If someone slips let em. but dont hate em.
Birth sign: Aries
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