new verse i wrote
tell me what yall think if yall got time
thanks
*edit* for the record, the Farmers car line, farmer is the last name of my friend who i was going to do the track with, just trying to clear that up.
expectations high now, man i got a lot to prove/
came in as a poor man, i dont got a lot to lose/
but i got a lot to say, so im not about to move/
just took the saftey off, racing off, about to shoot/
i got my fire back, yes that burn to fire back/
no shoe prints or tire tracks, blue prints or wires tapped/
like an alcoholic we can take it from bar to bar/
talking wreckless, leave you dead in the back of Farmer's car/
im not an angry person, i just get provoked quick/
runnin' your mouth will guarantee to get your throat slit/
your life is hope-less, i hope you know this/
i got the full clip to show you this aint bull shit/
so sick n' tired of bitches crying n' talking shit/
so sick n tired of snitches whining n walking big/
ho bitch is hiding, where the fuck is jon robinson/
n when i see you i guarantee you wont walk again/