Junior unruly untitled very poorly made September twenty-eighth twenty twenty-three twelve o'clock freestyle

Im sorry i dissed you dawg but the way you talked to my bloodline ain't nice Im not going easy tho a rolex or Louis you have to sacrifice poppin these bitches round the corner Saw a girl i knew was my former my ass got shot I swear I Saw the light i got another stupid poem that im gonna write, Right? I got a fight tonight a bottom of the barrel one though