mix it up and keep it real with you
you no wit that mean
talking dirty on the microphone
going crazy cause my mind gone
express myself like a pastor
I'm out wit my trash
same question they keep asking when am I gone make it rapping
I wonder to it'll be wonderful
it'll be a dream come true if it happens
do what you do ima do what I do
I don't care about nothing that happens
all these pussy niggas capping
and about nun of this shit they be rapping
I'm a March thru wit maddness
until they laying in the casket
rip to Michael Jackson
ever since he died I felt like I'm the baddest y'all dont even kno the half of it cleaning out my closest gotta a lot of trash coming
growing up a nigga really never had nothing
I'm all grown up still ain't really had nothing
I was on the block moving rock pack pumping going to every Fein trying to keep the cash coming
brought me a broad Fuck that got some Jordan's now I'm back wit bud I ain't get to stash nothing
you can say a nigga was tinishu hustling I really was struggling and ducking from employe government
I was in juve they threw that was my punishment
went there a few more times just for the luck of it
I broke the law for the Fuck of it
my attitude apart of me I'm stuck wit it
I told my sister I ain't coming in mom I love you I'll be back we aint struggling
talking dirty in the microphone going crazy cause my mind gone express myself like a pastor taking out all my trash same question they keep asking when am I gone make it rappen I wonder to it'll be wonderful it'll be a dream come true if it happens do what you do ima do what I do I don't care about nothing that happens all these pussy niggas capping and about nun of that shit they be rapping ima March thru wit madness until they lay me in the casket rest in peace
Michael Jackson ever since he died I feel like I'm the baddest yes I got kids no matter how many just no they all mine and they gone be find why you think I grind so hard we all gone shine time go bye sooner in the sky niggas can't if you don't try even on a day god brought a nigga home ima still live on real nigga don't die my niggas gone ride Sherman I got killers on my side they'll kill out of blink of and eye when you blink you'll fly
it's so gone with you and yo boys going to ain't no witness but I
word around town ima go any minute ima go alley opp ima go up forget it had to grow up in prison
told myself I aint going back there less I'm charged wit a killing talk to em...

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