Mark Jarrell

6 years ago

When u down everybody turn ghost, turn they back when you hurt the most, At your lowest point its nobody there, Leaving you feeling like nobody care But when u rise from the ashes Phoenix It dont matter how stacked ya team is, They gone jump back when you winnin, Where were they when u felt like quittin Diary of a sinner, winner to a loser, Loser to a winner, flipper to a shooter, Grippin on a rugar, hand to hand Tryna make a billion gram by gram i ain't nothin but an outlaw, Trading punches with satan, Long reach I throw em south paw, Keep that fuckin probation, I made it this far without yall, Give me my fuckin ovation, Since you prayed on my downfall, I became something amazin, Despite all the back stabbin, Side switchin n back trackin, Talkin behind my back yappin, I'm up how the fuck did that happen I'm back bitch trunk fulla ammo know I did everything for Orlando Orange county stand the fuck up no Mickey in my city dumb fuck it's dark out even when its sunshine one time for gunshine gunshine my city. my state my fuckin side east to the west gone fuckin ride when you in my city u better tip toe you visitin the jungle if u didnt know dont the blue skies fool mufuckas hit the trail you better tool up sucka for you be a John dough wit a label on ur toe thought the O was a fable follow the code or we follow u home get low n thro a hollow in ya dome whatever you need we got it here