crossMyHart

You woke ur you sleep, is it truthful or known for deceit if i cross my heart, let’s get on to the beat, i ain’t leaving, & u ain’t either, ain’t nothing but space, opportunity this evening, just in case, I don’t make it,them nights we both was ass naked, jahiem cd or tape in,Alize and we baking,uh huh,at the loop in, we looped in,2 subs in the box, the deck got a few 10s,fleetwood caddy yellow,she pushing a new Benz,Vogues around them dusters,her forgees was 2 tens,5’5 in some kicks, them heels 6 see inch,now she 6 foot taking dick, 20 twenty two, I lost my pops & Rick,they couldn’t leave that shit alone,I miss you pot-tha-MUST, wrap my head around it, I dread it, like Rasta’s iz,I ain’t trying to follow Pops mobsters kids, to mock or TROLL ,(sinnneLummuss), yall tryin a stop my goal, when the magazine hold 30,ain’t no drop n roll, or spinning,less ya dirty laundry at wash n fold,niccas hustles be they hustles, can’t knock it though, how the card shuffles, mendenhall when he fumbled,cost a nigga duffle, ask me if I need a shot, a red stripe and a double, knuckle on your noggin, SAY UNCLE, amiage jeans the grey buckle, 99 problems it ain’t trouble, ain’t the flow, or how to bubble, put cut on it, and make it double, the round tables humble, suit and tie, no razor stumble,and say it like you mean it, nicca don’t mumble.