Broken
I admit I have my demons yeah I admit it I get too high got to flush my kidneys they be too much up in my business love my block and love my city too many can't show that image be broke asking me for a secret I told that mind her business you can't run when we shoot you can't run when we shoot I'm with the killers and I feel comfortable round these killers this ain't no respect for her I can see your cousins now with there face on your shirt I know that hurt Answer the phone while he calling that made her nervous he ain't even know I was at her crib I'm like I'm dirty I gave him a gun he shoot it like Redick a hundred and 5 though just for the Patek sports car how you cruisin I give you my love you abuse it I feel better with no IG but I'm too much of an influencer I put number on the board this ain't for no rewards every time I fell I got up again I'm gon practice till I win These ain't no Guess Jeans I dropped out of school but I'm still good at math still riding a round eith the Blick hope they don't catch me police had raided our spot so we went to the next street I cannot mention my homies cause they trappin alot when I'm in the trenches they say I'm capping alot he says I'm hard and I'm garbage
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