Yeah, I aint got your average rapper story came up with both parents they were clappin for me high school graduate college course cap and gown with it still not a enough to save a nigga from the savages yeah, you could blame it on my blood line how my uncle sold cold crack and heroin yeah my eldest brother still a user mama still cry but keep faith in that loser God, the truth hurts but its my saving grace niggas cut they nose off just to spite their face niggas get they bros up just to dodge a case I was knockin O’s off through my Jordan phase high school with a pistol like its high noon grand stackin stash spots like a typhoon they flood niggas with they work like a Monsoon I weigh Coke on that scale in my moms room Push -gifted
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 02:24:10 +0000
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