dug graves

Stackin and racking im tracking them bands, Knowing ion fw these industry plants, Laying back down to turnt up, Long ass day gotta ride the sub, People think it’s ok to judge, But rarely I feel somewhat loved, father telling me to wear a glove, Fuck them feelings slat im a thug, People wanna walk around on me like a rug, Bullet holes in your head size of a slug, Fuckin around look at the hole you dug, Bitch don’t make me go pop the trunk, Selling weed since 5th grade plug, I say bitch I might be, Good as iced coffee, So many guns could start up an army, People try to copy, This I feel strongly,