I just wrote some real sh** . only the first verse has been recorded, but I'm a put the whole track on the next tape.
Lyrics
all I ever wanted was to slang dope bang hoe’s and jot plots so hot they could mold gold into chain ropes/2
so I take time create rhymes and held scales that weighed dimes I guess my meths the best is the word i heard through grapevines/4
im bugging cus my cousins lost they life why aint they take mine sombra y lil flacs were my dogs like rots and canines/6
word you should'nt surf the turf withouth a glock across the waistline scince gloom and doom room from the moon through the daytime/8
now
we move more bags then beel hops aint no warning shots fired when my spots hot as a cell block/10
sometimes you survive nine so I split kids wigs with twelve shots im a drug dealing degenerate but aint got the balls to tell pop/12
f*** it
ill never let my sales drop so I could splack a hood rat who can bag grams and inhale cock/14
I aint no chavala but mas valas got me shell shocked we all faught for the top once that’s what we got we fell off/16
Whats your life like
