I was a bad adolescent
Grimm
90s raise a wesson
in
Brooklyn where the essence of a techs a good investment
then
moved to Indiana
where my Papa raised a Bama
well raised
more like he trained two wolves in an open cage
let's gaze
no supervision leaves a fucker to that street shit
from boosting out of malls
to carrying razors in my sleeves quick
to used it on a niglet
to prove I had a big dick
should have never let my homey pull that shottie
gravity slipped
and now I'm rising up to see that ills That i done
my nig is getting locked up
what made me the lucky one
but fuck it
I'm a ride
till I dive
and hit the bottom
became obsessed with death
you would've thought that God's got him
Emotions
Gomorrah soddom
depression
brings moral problems
if hell is hot
then Satan's busy
I'll find a way to rob him
let's Howell
you take Two City boys
and put em in a quiet town
how that pastor say
sermon done
bring in the choir now.
