slimsoxshady wrote:MikeNUFC wrote:Plus any rapper that goes 4 lines without even rhyming doesn't murder anyone.
Throw dirt on me and grow a
wildflowerBut it’s “f-ck the world”, get a
child out herYeah, my life a b-tch, but you know nothing
bout herBeen to hell and back, I can
show you vouchersI’m rolling Sweets, I’m
smoking sourMarried to the game but she
broke her vowsThat’s why my bars are full of
broken bottlesAnd my night stands are full of
open BiblesI think about more than I for
getBut I don’t go around fire expecting not to
sweatAnd these n-ggas know I lay them down,
make their bedBitches try to kick me while I’m down, I’ll
break your legMoney outweighing problems on the
triple beamI’m sticking to the script, you n-ggas
skipping scenesBe good or be good
at itFucking right I’ve got my gun, semi-Carter
maticYeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it’s “
f-ck what they say”
I’m high as a bitch: up,
up and awayMan, I come down in a
couple of daysOK, you want me up in the cage, then I’ll come out in
beast modeI got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the
G-codeIt’s Weezy motherf-cker, blood gang and I’m in
bleed modeAll about my dough but I don’t even check the
peepholeSo you can keep knocking but won’t knock me
downNo love lost, no love
found