My life

This my 40 I been writtin for a year now ain’t no more fear now ain’t no more beer now I am fuckin here now say fuck dat fuckin fear now tryna make off this rap shit it ain’t going that why I started bangin n the choppa it be blowing actin like it’s summer when it rlly be snowin I jus wanna be golden tell my opps to stay foldin teacher holdin me back wanna pop her in her back but the way dat I be movin I’m tryna pass up on these class and way dat I’m gone pass I’m addicted too this gas and the choppa it gone blast ain’t no more future when I’m talkin bout my past death is in my future but it’s at the very last need money to make ah livin n it’s getting rlly different n if u got no money then you homeless in them trenches homeless in them trenches ain’t ah way of livin so always teach yo children that gangs don’t got no feelings Bc when I wanna talk to my boy it’s like I’m talkin too the ceeling talking Too the ceeling