first verse
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•16 Sep 2022
Time and time again man I’m at it again, I’m an addict that don’t panic catch a hot one to the chin, bustin up your skin throwing fast like I’m a welterweight, always on the gas on the gas I accellerate, waiting on better days trying to makeup them happen tho, my kickers that are slapping in the back you can’t manage those, shattered nose at least your boy ain’t in a casket, my homie couldn’t take it now his head is in a basket, so close I could have grabbed it but damnit man it slipped away, they always pointing fingers always looking for some shit to blame, miss my name with all that nonsense you talk about, I been in shit that I never thought ide made it out, thanking the lord on my knees before koi kfading out, all about, my family man they come first, asking him again why I’m not in the hurst, been the worst as I lurked through the shadows, on the front line stepping man the first into battle, strapped up Like Rambo but didn’t see the outcome, and every consequence from pulling on a handgun, the shit I never planned on happened in my life, connected family can reject it when it’s sacrifice, bad advice peoples words turn to whispers though, I can see the snake in disguise as he slither slow, a hitter though, trying to get in where I’ll manage, if death is lurking close ima hit him causing damage, the past is, filled with pain all these memories, got me tearing up still searching for a remedy, Always getting into it always causing problems, on the floor with his head leaking damn I should have robbed him, just being honest I promised ide never be, anything like the snakes trying to get ahead of me, trying to push led in me I guess them niggas bad shots, get the money and I’m gone right after the bag drops, loading cash in stash spots when it’s hot I lay low, counting my paper I touch more bread than rainbow, raising up my payload stay ghost from my ops, only time they see the kids right before my strap pops, smash off and go handle any evidence, I wanna do it big homie bigger than an elephant, big faced presidents it’s evident they isn’t wit it, so instead of making up for what another niggas missing,, do my dirt solo listen to the game I speak, there’s a reason the third strike law hasn’t taking me, I faithfully put most my trust into god, and a little in myself one against all odds. jobs
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Time and time again man I’m at it again, I’m an addict that don’t panic catch a hot one to the chin, bustin up your skin throwing fast like I’m a welterweight, always on the gas on the gas I accellerate, waiting on better days trying to makeup them happen tho, my kickers that are slapping in the back you can’t manage those, shattered nose at least your boy ain’t in a casket, my homie couldn’t take it now his head is in a basket, so close I could have grabbed it but damnit man it slipped away, they always pointing fingers always looking for some shit to blame, miss my name with all that nonsense you talk about, I been in shit that I never thought ide made it out, thanking the lord on my knees before koi kfading out, all about, my family man they come first, asking him again why I’m not in the hurst, been the worst as I lurked through the shadows, on the front line stepping man the first into battle, strapped up Like Rambo but didn’t see the outcome, and every consequence from pulling on a handgun, the shit I never planned on happened in my life, connected family can reject it when it’s sacrifice, bad advice peoples words turn to whispers though, I can see the snake in disguise as he slither slow, a hitter though, trying to get in where I’ll manage, if death is lurking close ima hit him causing damage, the past is, filled with pain all these memories, got me tearing up still searching for a remedy, Always getting into it always causing problems, on the floor with his head leaking damn I should have robbed him, just being honest I promised ide never be, anything like the snakes trying to get ahead of me, trying to push led in me I guess them niggas bad shots, get the money and I’m gone right after the bag drops, loading cash in stash spots when it’s hot I lay low, counting my paper I touch more bread than rainbow, raising up my payload stay ghost from my ops, only time they see the kids right before my strap pops, smash off and go handle any evidence, I wanna do it big homie bigger than an elephant, big faced presidents it’s evident they isn’t wit it, so instead of making up for what another niggas missing,, do my dirt solo listen to the game I speak, there’s a reason the third strike law hasn’t taking me, I faithfully put most my trust into god, and a little in myself one against all odds. jobs
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