#truereligion #rapfame #hiphop #2022 #texas #gangstarap no love to snuggle no hugs in the jungle no tears risein above this money struggle got me seeing double this get i how i live is getting me in trouble fuckin around catch a triple double fuckin with this lovely hustle these streets is like a bloody scuffle leave u beatin laying in a muddy puddle bleedin leadin with a rusty shovel battered i wont fucking buckle just a lil stumble fumbled returned ready to rumble so hungry my tummy grumples im breaking outta this crummy bubble wita pop lyrics drop from the top of my brain music notes hit the floor my rhymins insain of the chain hard to the core leave u scarred bringin this war leave u dismembered make sure u remembere im cold as ice all the way to the center bitch u a bit thinner if u enter this blender make ya surrender chopin u up while im hollering timber im the guy u hate to cross breakin laws moving freight straight across the line fuck wit mine breaking u off a peace of this nine blow tha grease right outta ya mind ya damn right im right outta mine i take the light outta shine criminals hungry take a bite outta crime bitch im raw something u neva saw jaw hit the floor i settle the score bloods fixin to pour turnin shores red hanging by a thread thats burning its a matter of time before this monster rips out ya spine and ya stomach starts turning and ya brain scattered from the blast of my shotgun now the hot suns cooking brain matter vanes splatter brains go down and drain out ya bladder body shatters like glass scattered i beat u worse ass backwards bitch u lack words its a fact heard u a fat terd bitch i aint scurd comin through 3 wheel motion when i curb iced out frozen vision blurred eyes are closing blind out sights when i roam in yhe lights chrome spinnin hoes smile got me grinning lean kickin in feelin it again like im stuck in the pen and im winnin a losen battle no resolution lifes pollution causing delusions no solution proven for these illusions only seclusion seems to work so no one hears my screams when i go buzzerk bipolar extremes cause so much hurt ull still hear his screams from under the dirt hell get u in ur dreams hunter in his Gene's to go to whatever extremes deems fit and by all means to get my hands on that green stack unseen layed back in a clean lack smokin down weed sack hit the scene were da phenes at wit with my green backs and a stack of rubber bands they gonna be back thats a fact u betta understand it's a fact got that stack wrapped in rubberband