Uh, only hope I had was selling dope Was on my grind cause times was harder than a cellar floor My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke Oh, I was raised by the stop sign No religion I was getting saved by the Glock nine By the minute I was getting paid like a hot line Servin raw and, fiends was calling, we was dot com Well connected, well respected and well protected Aint get accepted, was rejected and now they regret it Aint get my message, was no signal when I was texting The niggas I was calling was fraud and I learned my lesson Now I move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon Cause chances are never given they tooken like interceptions So throw that pass, I’ll be the cornerback _Ambitious
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 16:25:36 +0000
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