SMCG_01:15

Under king Im the under king You know the bando we run it clean My glock with a 30 clip Got the bitch leaning like she sipping lean And the the bitch flying cause she smoke these green Nah this aint that shit I told my nigga get off them streets It was only freshman year and that he already missed I told him theres things we dont see that we know about Death comes from lies and some of the doubts Niggas getting shot for faking what you represent There niggas that rock desiner but for rent they dont have a single cent There homeless people that might own a corvet And there actual homless people that went to war to stop them bullets Bullets that might of end up in yo chest Life aint unfair life is whatever you want it to be Just stay off this streets cause its just a midnight cementary