Mark Jarrell

6 years ago

I tell em I lost faith in God if I prayed I wouldn't say a lot drop a record they say it's hot I'm runnin shit dont say I'm not these niggas prayin Ima fall off, quit writin these raps n call it all off now its fuck rappers cuz they all soft keep snapping on the froads dog, what my dogs say the chains all off my heart cold chip the frost off, jails cold they closed all my dogs off, toes cold overdose paid the cost tryna numb the pain away n felt it all get the combo to the safe n bet it all manage your drive n ull never stall if ur scared to shoot yull never ball let them pray for you to never make it that's where motivations generated I been placed in to change a generation so creative he misplaced his patients, his aim isn't for fame it's for changes wit no aimin I could swing this stainless at these artists like targets in ranges I carved this lane to charge into stages n kill every rapper wit art on they faces dat represent the most darkest occasion like catching a body or doin a bid n both are some shit u know u ain't did go toe to toe wit the kid I promise you when it over nobody will acknowledge u congratulate myself is what I gotta do cus i stayed strong thru the impossible made it over every one of their obstacles I thank me because I am responsible get the fuck away if they not supportive stop chasing shit that's not important fuck a drug, brand or a gimmick make sure ur the man that you vision dont have my son out here singing you idolizing you and dreaming of being you when the man u portray isn't even you, when the trend pass and mumblin stops take the tune off u ain't nothin hot fuck a judge nobody judgin me but God funny I'm not even sure if I believe or not fuck lettin a man tell me if I'm free or not for I go back inside ima let da heater pop fuck em all I'm not scared of either box heavens over rated hells the reefer spot look ridiculous when I flip wit the mag I 4 eastbound, bricks in the Jag, sets fulla rats now everybody talkin sellin friends away to get bodies offem my size different my stride not the same look in my eyes homie it's not a game I'm done playing I'm done saying it too momma told me dont play witchya food so I'm done giving yall my throne to sit say I can't spit ima have a bone to pick drizzy the hottest but keep a ghostwriter n all his clones