Flakka

Yea (Real Shit Over Punchlines) If u ain't bumping no real shit, please turn dat shit off (Haaa) I'm sitting reminiscing, back when I was just a child I was running all through Florida like I ain't nobody's Child Always on a mission, my child hood was always thrilling Saw my best friend Mama laid out in the kitchen Legs twitching, eyes rolled she was foaming out the mouth Curiosity made us wanna see wat thats about, da zombies talking She then starts coughing, we run to the room go straight to the closet My best friend whispers that she does this often She takes one hit then she freeze to get lost in The sky, I done seen my best friend cry Stuttering his words man my mama gonna die Sick of the lies, that she tells Everytime Always promise to her kids she Gon quit never tries He said that he caught her in the whip toothing lines Appearance looking rough but she thinks she Devine Everything was good it fell off and untwined I never told a soul, stick a needle in my eye Always spoiled me with goods I'm forever Tellin lies Ain't have a game cube i still got da courtside Filled us with treats, everyday was a prize Ma will never know wat I seen with these eyes This shit here real I ain't just spitting rhymes (YEA) my name says it all n my bars will define it (Real)