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real stuff here man R.I.P MAC MILLER
Been a while since I kicked it Life really got complicated Gotto choose between salary But my mind is caught up in a dream Funny how your mind works Making dough on a regular I'd never judge another person But respect yourself it would be all good My mom said I should get a job My dad thinks my life sucks My Bro said be a rapstar Fuck it next year I'm blowing up My hood forgot the old me Saying money has changed me I remember when I sold weed Selling dope to these crack kids Now I'm trying out this rap shit Hope you see my sins Hope you see a vision Of my dark twisted fantasies Been with one woman ever since I hold her down real gently Blesses me with bomb pussy Fuck might give her a baby These are my dark thoughts Yeah I know it's one flow Mainly cos it comes from the soul Unlike these wack rapper's I bumb to Jermaim I bumb to Drizzy Drake I bumb to A Reece That's why I'm a Lyricist Never had a side chick I could never balance this Why spend money on a bitch Who's fucking on other random dicks Relationships are investments Cos you put your heart and soul in it Now imagine Allah that going to waste For one night with a mistress Rest in Peace to Mac Miller Dopest White boy MC Drugs are really pain killers Snort lines just to find peace What was happening in your head Listened to all your projects They really have a strong meaning underneath the pain you spit
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