Fofive- Reaper pt.2
Fofiveim just a young nigga stepping looking for a changee niggaz being fake so i had to rearrange wish i was golden child wish i could exchange getting judged about my past judged from how i came my uncle died my thoughts a neva be the same imma demon child got niggaz plotting on my name momma tripping Daddy tripping dont know who to blame pain hitting hard feeling like i live in flames ten toes down stepping hard dats how i approach the game Im jus tryma make it out dont fuck bout fame Pulled my heart up out my chest and poured it down the drain she had car and still let me walk through the rain im just a young nigga stepping looking for a changee niggaz being fake so i had to rearrange my own people tried to kill me man dat shi jus a shame dat turned me to a demon fofive dats how i got my murda name i love my reapa but sometimes its hard to tame i saw the streets when i was young as a child i been a leader no time to follow up now crowd all my haters weird and dey fuckin clowns where im from choose da streets or go to school and learn yo proper nouns Walking to da mailbox all i hear is gun sounds think got one on me so i caught em outta bounds u cant jang wit fofive so nigga move around if dey got you in dat room u bet not make a sound imma big dog coming fresh up out the pound i pray to god but keep on feeling like im going down used to play wit nerf now im toting glocks wit 30 rounds nigga jus a rookie i been den earned my crown kick down the door he tried to run but his ass was too slow hit em wit Ar watched his body hit the flo we heard dat red and blue so now we gotta go opps be some bitches dey always tryna hide dey can even up tho sco cus fey scared to come outside
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im just a young nigga stepping looking for a changee niggaz being fake so i had to rearrange wish i was golden child wish i could exchange getting judged about my past judged from how i came my uncle died my thoughts a neva be the same imma demon child got niggaz plotting on my name momma tripping Daddy tripping dont know who to blame pain hitting hard feeling like i live in flames ten toes down stepping hard dats how i approach the game Im jus tryma make it out dont fuck bout fame Pulled my heart up out my chest and poured it down the drain she had car and still let me walk through the rain im just a young nigga stepping looking for a changee niggaz being fake so i had to rearrange my own people tried to kill me man dat shi jus a shame dat turned me to a demon fofive dats how i got my murda name i love my reapa but sometimes its hard to tame i saw the streets when i was young as a child i been a leader no time to follow up now crowd all my haters weird and dey fuckin clowns where im from choose da streets or go to school and learn yo proper nouns Walking to da mailbox all i hear is gun sounds think got one on me so i caught em outta bounds u cant jang wit fofive so nigga move around if dey got you in dat room u bet not make a sound imma big dog coming fresh up out the pound i pray to god but keep on feeling like im going down used to play wit nerf now im toting glocks wit 30 rounds nigga jus a rookie i been den earned my crown kick down the door he tried to run but his ass was too slow hit em wit Ar watched his body hit the flo we heard dat red and blue so now we gotta go opps be some bitches dey always tryna hide dey can even up tho sco cus fey scared to come outside
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