t2d

Them better days,fuck a time clock, fuck a felony, fuck a handcuff, little boy time to man up, like it’s for the fam, Sam’s club, foul as shit, still score, nicca and 1, got to see her throw a tandrum,even niggas when they can’t come ,hold ya friendship for a ransom, see how it flow when they plant one,whip & ya Samsung,living room and some handguns,she asking can ya man come, then only fans,only way she can pay for exams,them books to cram,he know you tryin build and ya plans, still the serial defaced, just gone get his ass in back, with the gun, yall catch a case, u thought rolling with the MOB ya ass was safe, now bring that water to a boil, till it’s folded in some foil,these wars that break out over some soil, like it’s 8d4,or fuck it pay me more, debating for,when I’m hot as that sand, niccas vacation on,niccas square as that mattress I have relations on, can’t relate to yours, something’s off with ya facial pores, the terrain you on, when it rains it pours, the pains versus the gains, when you obtaining yours, fuck is you playin for,that’s half of a 8, move past a mistake, or suffer hard to breathe symptoms that asthma creates, when I have to make it make, believe me it’s made, like I cut my finger and bled on a card of a saint, 10 don’t glitter like 24, but shit, all of it can’t, nigga wit sterling silver still looking all in ya face, she a dime, look for the ace, before you alcohol her up and try to nut in her face, or a touch and embrace, then next u see that I’m fucked nigga face, when that trafficking enhancement add a buck to ya case, and the paperwork a buck to ya face, remember the process and what trusting it takes, got the wind to cross the finish line, tied the knot wit the lace, ain’t bout that life