felony
10 Plays
•10 months ago
Hey brintney I’m od I feel like creed I’m a different breed still tammin the seed but damn you mad that me and my boy are in the lead but forshore you still doin codine man making me feel like a pheen but let me tell you sum shall my my mom puttin my grandpas ashes in a necklace yay where’s my checklist now I’m sowin my man’s my blick told him I hit my frist lick in my head it just says flick but my moves are quick writing names on a stick but damn mom can I drink a twist before I hit someone with my fist I wish yo Christ have you seen pain I feel like it’s stained damn my aim lookin at his brain I’m gonna hit him wit a 2 wit a crane told the boys in highschool this ain’t a game I don’t have to think with my dick to get fame a year ago I Wasent the same I tired to change throwin rocks at windows still acting like a kid playin with pillows anyone heard of willow still in the matrix making art same as a pascho but I’m fast thoe I got no time from a damn how hittin it like Rambo wishin for a lambo still hittin on the same hoe keeping my convos on a low low before I hit someone with a fast go but my man Kenyon can’t rap but spitting bars for the hoes then he be fighting for the bros before one of my bros was laced he hit a ace now I’m on the run and I’m gonna trace I ain’t scared I’ll get in his face you lie to me your dead to me just another enemy while I’m crazy making felonies
Leave a comment
Join da crew gangy
Hey brintney I’m od I feel like creed I’m a different breed still tammin the seed but damn you mad that me and my boy are in the lead but forshore you still doin codine man making me feel like a pheen but let me tell you sum shall my my mom puttin my grandpas ashes in a necklace yay where’s my checklist now I’m sowin my man’s my blick told him I hit my frist lick in my head it just says flick but my moves are quick writing names on a stick but damn mom can I drink a twist before I hit someone with my fist I wish yo Christ have you seen pain I feel like it’s stained damn my aim lookin at his brain I’m gonna hit him wit a 2 wit a crane told the boys in highschool this ain’t a game I don’t have to think with my dick to get fame a year ago I Wasent the same I tired to change throwin rocks at windows still acting like a kid playin with pillows anyone heard of willow still in the matrix making art same as a pascho but I’m fast thoe I got no time from a damn how hittin it like Rambo wishin for a lambo still hittin on the same hoe keeping my convos on a low low before I hit someone with a fast go but my man Kenyon can’t rap but spitting bars for the hoes then he be fighting for the bros before one of my bros was laced he hit a ace now I’m on the run and I’m gonna trace I ain’t scared I’ll get in his face you lie to me your dead to me just another enemy while I’m crazy making felonies
You may also like