My Life
Time is money, money is what, got me doing time, my life I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was me too insane smoking smoking weed got my I got cool with the doughboy cause I rolled the best. Files my homeboy my Homeboy Kayden Rd., Cuz. He roll a joint daddy daddy when you roll a joint and roll a joint with too much Philly not enough weed when you hit the joint , taste weed Life is a game to me, I give a fuck about tomorrow, feel no sorrow, I need bottle, they say I should read the Bible, but fuck it, how about y’all read the Bible, cause the devil is a lie, so why he be tell the truth in the Bible , I’m going psycho, cause they claiming to be my rival, when they ain’t nothing but some people worshiping idols, my life is in the hands of some psycho, pulling me over and asking me Weed smoke liquor guslli , pill selling drug dealing , cop ducking, if one nigga buck bitch we all bucking…long day long nights posted on the block for 40 days and 40 nights , dirt bikes, stol- lows I remember getting out of school and my homie picked a nigga up in a stole-lo skipping school we ain’t riding no bus, bih boy we in a stole-lo, at y’all school snatching the holes, who them niggas over their swerving, in that yoda trurant offices, real offices my dog had a warrant so we ain’t trying to see no offices plus we in a stole - lo wit ya ho she Finna let us run a train at the house doe, Club night, yeah big boy it ain’t no school night, we fresh Dow , white tee up, from out the corner store, fresh jays , denim shorts smoking on poe and my dawg hollin out shorts, weed cheifing, we ain’t only smoking weed dawg they up for sell, liquor sipping, weed cheifing….in the parking lot but we ain’t slipping, got fire here, theirs fire we got so much fire…..bitch we on fire, lil Wayne B.G , juvenile, young Turk, yeah bitch we some hot boys, block boys……we brought the stol-lo to club boy….wit a lot of this another shit , that could possibly give a nigga close to a life sentence, that my life…..
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Time is money, money is what, got me doing time, my life I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was me too insane smoking smoking weed got my I got cool with the doughboy cause I rolled the best. Files my homeboy my Homeboy Kayden Rd., Cuz. He roll a joint daddy daddy when you roll a joint and roll a joint with too much Philly not enough weed when you hit the joint , taste weed Life is a game to me, I give a fuck about tomorrow, feel no sorrow, I need bottle, they say I should read the Bible, but fuck it, how about y’all read the Bible, cause the devil is a lie, so why he be tell the truth in the Bible , I’m going psycho, cause they claiming to be my rival, when they ain’t nothing but some people worshiping idols, my life is in the hands of some psycho, pulling me over and asking me Weed smoke liquor guslli , pill selling drug dealing , cop ducking, if one nigga buck bitch we all bucking…long day long nights posted on the block for 40 days and 40 nights , dirt bikes, stol- lows I remember getting out of school and my homie picked a nigga up in a stole-lo skipping school we ain’t riding no bus, bih boy we in a stole-lo, at y’all school snatching the holes, who them niggas over their swerving, in that yoda trurant offices, real offices my dog had a warrant so we ain’t trying to see no offices plus we in a stole - lo wit ya ho she Finna let us run a train at the house doe, Club night, yeah big boy it ain’t no school night, we fresh Dow , white tee up, from out the corner store, fresh jays , denim shorts smoking on poe and my dawg hollin out shorts, weed cheifing, we ain’t only smoking weed dawg they up for sell, liquor sipping, weed cheifing….in the parking lot but we ain’t slipping, got fire here, theirs fire we got so much fire…..bitch we on fire, lil Wayne B.G , juvenile, young Turk, yeah bitch we some hot boys, block boys……we brought the stol-lo to club boy….wit a lot of this another shit , that could possibly give a nigga close to a life sentence, that my life…..