Fofive-Reaper

Problems keep coming lord knows dat I'm tired  At night I try to vent but my mind be so fried  Ain't no hawking me I keep dat Glock up on my side  Bruddas asking me was I good inside I died  Long journey it's been long and my past keep hunting me  Along the way I had a few niggas get the best of me  But dats another story because now dey sitting back watching me Smoking on dis nigga dis shi clogged up the vent  I grew up slanging iron from da Jax I was a jit My cousin was real hitta rip Mr 6 I Neva missed a target dat shi was heaven sent  Dat shi hurt my soul when David backdoor  Next day I caught dat nigga left he shi on da floor 2 weeks later he set me up he called lil bray Y u call dis nigga he a snitch and he fake problems keep coming lord knows dat I'm tired  I'm riding wit dem killas dis sßhi strictly suicide  33 kept on switching told dat nigga pick a side  I can't trust bitches they fill yo heart wit lies  2021 I had a loud amount of beef  Ain't no telling where I'm from we keep dis shi in da streets And every u go supposed to ride with yo heat 2022 I became the biggest jit on 300  U was a dead man if u stepped wit 500  Dey need to free 23 he stepped hard wit 300