Readymade

Armed and ready Dropping shit like smoke on Friday I don’t believe in hope Hopefully you ready I want tell nobody These niggas go fed Lose lips In a fucked up state of mine its Scary It be ya on kind Same Color different blood lines Waching ghost busters You a wast time Thats how they came up with slim Blood on diamonds I don’t want them Keep yo shine It’s not my time Freak and fame Go with lames It’s so tru you Will do anything I see ya like talking to strangers Get in danger and run to ya hood Thinking that’s a safe place If you thanking that’s good. in a small hood we’re eat greedy.and be misunderstood.fuck starving get full My pass don’t got shit to do with to day Play me close you gone see me Today.all that out of town calling I go direct Fuck 1800 collect If I get booked I want call nobody Keep ya free phone call We’re my Matt