Why Was I Born Like This
Ohhhh man m********kers sayin my songs to buddy buddy and s*** must not to listen to my old s*** from back in the day I'm a piece if sht man/ dr jeckell Mr Hyde mother fukker Two-Face m*********** never turned it back on me You may never turn back around nah no Auto-Tunes for this one You want go to war f*** it/ I'mma have to show these mf i ain't soft like tissue known to walk around the hood with a pistol silencer on sht make it whistle And if it jams I'll pistol with you I trust nobody except for myself Money power respect Man it's all for the wealth I got nothing to lose/ But so much the gain I've been through so much pressure and so much pain Life is a bich man i try to f*** her every time I try to f*** her The condom pop/ I hear Don't you touch her/ She stay teasingggg me daring me fukk her/ fukk her Man This hip hop s***'s in my veins(fast) in my music you hear pains/ instrumental driving me insane something lyrically is not right with my brain dang punch lines make me feelin sane I'm feeling dryer when I'm in the rain catching fevers when in the snow certain sht you will never know/ My inner pains I will never show You just see me smiling at my show oh oh/ This sickness that I spit hawk tuah / nigga/ hannah virus still serving That Miley Cyrus ducking run away from the sirens No peace man always violence in the streets All I hear is silence Guess I'm deaf to the tune of violence trying to go to different islands trying to stay away from rikers Island i land in places you never say where the grass different color greens smoking on that vanilla bean wondering if I'm a human being or walking Dead on the scene at least that's Just how it's seem Your nightmares Is my pretty dreams Wake up All I hear is screams kick the door in Don't break the screen police arriving on the scence trucks outside They brought the team either I'mma be Dead and gone or become a meme dang..... s*** I can't believe that they caught me someone snitch What they told me can't trust nobody is the reason I don't love nobody Guess I'm gone f*** it I lived long The This the end of the song fukk it You ain't taking me alive copper /I'm ready to see my grave f*** it /let's go pull yours out I got my oh s*** fukk u pig gunshots....../ We got a 225 on Raymond Street suspect down police officer down sent back up need medical response hurry up
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