Anotha Masta Class

wish this bish stop calling me... gettin in my nerves n shit... I'm tryna be that person you wanted me to be, the one you wanted to live with forever happily enough with that deep shit cuz I know you didn't care leave a message at the tone cuz i am never there, use the next voice-mail as a prelude just to show I don't care yea let's go way back, way back to a point to where you weren't there was spinnin swishers and loading sigs like I was SSB spraying signs and we were rolling 30s down an empty street down an empty road, don't know where to go, but we take it slow, while grippin on that 4, keep it low, let it blow, when it makes sense, I don't make friends, thought that you would know, all the fake friends all that fake shit, i just let em go they keep saying I'm dead and shit, like yea I am but you don't need to say it to my face... you keep thinking things were good days after you left you make me feel blue so I begin to feel like a true left feeling sickly and pissed off but it'll be over when you rest I shoot you so many times with the sig you'll need two vests two vest, yea two stick, I pull up with tool picked, in my left hand but if you want you can catch these two fists, hit ya down then with a left and square you out like it was HADUKEN flame ya top then uppercut ya bitch, yea whats up? SHORYUKEN then I'll blow his apple of top like my name was Johnny, then i put a tag on his toe like oh my God it's Ronnie I hope you make like the song I made and you forget about me I wish I never met you and you know I will say it proudly