Omi...

6 years ago

Omega, its the story of the streets man, killin all and the blood on the sheets man, fuckin on the backseats like elite man, worksheets, upbeats yeah we elites man. yeah, none of this is nice, life all here is a hand rollin dice, hand with tha ice, no paying price, life in a pit is like a life of a mice. aah and we all trynna running, some niggas robb some niggas start gunning, cops in ma hood and ma niggas that cunning, this flow so good i feel very very stunning. umm so we all start ballin, 2 shots up and your mother starts callin, i ain't got time for the bullshit hawling, 97 westwood bombay thats warning. ahh ma times all wasted, all the love and joy i got never ever tasted, all the sins from the past its all on ma bracelet, tell the club man send me 2 more cases. yeah, this ain't a fuckin joke, when you rhyme so good and you rhyme in the smoke, with the OG callin for a line and a stroke and this flow soo smooth but I'm still sittin broke. It's the voice of a young man, raised on the streets and that smoke in ma lung man, spittin all day thats all words on ma toungue man, know the world of snakes or you'll get all stung man. yeah, find a way through life, walk on the road with the gun and a knife, when the dusk come it ll all be a lies, till u know the truth there ll be tears in your eyes.