Oh, Okay, the news just came in You got your main is, now Im grabbing, I' m a needy I' m the man with the drink But whata nigga think, aint shit changed but the color of the leaves Still em all go hard, I like my dick in ur broad If you hate that, you can put my dick in yo jaws And don' t waste that, I will never loose because the lord is favor Uh, take that. Ive been doing more pain from the game More strain on the brain and I thought I could sustain Daddy just died, as I bring my daddy close to me We gon ride out, drive it up, thats how it' s supposed to be Life too short for me to worry about your thugs. God judge me, i give a fuck about the court Plus y' all all felt like shaggy was on the court Don t talk shit now, he aint backing up before But y' all can' t stop me from reaching my goals You gave behind hell looking through a peep hole. Tired as a nnnn, I dont never sleep no. Play the game to win, Ill never cheat though. Sometimes it seems I will never beat though. Still how you earn a blow like, C4. Man they get to take me, no reaper Man they get to face me, no equal Fire underneath, T focal my lip Under your shit like im under my pits. Photograph me in a picture with a pig That the women love me like it doesn' t exist Suicide songs I slit my wrists Suicide knows im gonna whip my shit Do as I can, true as I am, old niggas can never be as new as I am. I aint sayin the same man, life about evolving. Many aren' t does the who havent grown as much as Arwin. Such as this Spartan, triggers such a problem Aint no mathamatic to equate to where I saw them Word is im cold, and they just wanna defrost him Word that my boats and my songs that are awesome But I dont float, my body on coast, which one pick one Ill probably and a touch down, just bought a seven knife And a touch down, thoughts running like a man Trying to get his gut down Daydreaming, and my aborted daughters Trying to put my best foot forward and balance Like a skater would, searching for a greater good Running through my old neighborhood, out the door Reefs, it was Christmas time, 40 chrome piece with a clip inside Out of yo reach, Salvatore feet How you doing beats that Im killing so sweet Sick of niggas hating, quit deliberating This anti-climatic how your antiques are average or more ass Said you got it all back, whos to trace im saying. But your man has all assests Bastards, bastards.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
