歌詞

I remember it was winter time 2008 In december round christmas time I couldn't cop the J's Mama facing prison time barely had a place to stay Look myself in the mirror and said I rather be in the grave That's why till this very day I still scream fuck the state Fuck the feds fuck the judge he hold a grudge against my race 17 years old with a quarter ounce of yay Cut that shit up so bad they said it need a band-aid Live for the 1st and 5th nigga that's a band day Weon know nothing else thats how we get our rent paid I was working like a slave call me kunta kiente Copped a chain and a whip and went and got my shit sprayed When ya ridin candy paint them hoes fuck the first day So much crack in the sank I thought we had a earthquake Hit that bit wit the yank the smokers said im first place Plug sent so many chickens went and bought a bird cage My nigga waitin on a bond nie he got a murder case And this rap shit aint fun nie they let me in the game All these pussy niggas done nie stick a fork in em Just got finished eatin my lunch nie tell me whats for dinner Lord forgive me I'm a sinner Fuck them niggas and who wit em If yo wit me or against me ain't no monkey in the middle And its CBM choppas bricks and money we official Still wit them same niggas and they dumping off the glissle Hold up Them niggas ain't ready to die
Writer(s): Finn Bjarnson, Ryan Raddon, Joel Zimmerman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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