James Thompson

5 years ago

sitting back thinking about the times/ when i was on the grind selling them white lines/stay duckin the one time/ cause they stay tryna lock a nigga up. sure it seemed like fun times, but sometimes it was lonely, if you know me, I'm a OG & I do not like phony/all the bad broads they be after us cuz we are on the road to Platinum plus/ my handgun it'll back him up/ my sk you'll have to wrap em up/ toe tag and that white sheet/ bust his head to the white meat/ imma keep going till im fully stuffed/ aint no such thing as I might eat/ ain't no such thing as i might eat/ hands fast like light ning , you might bob and you might weave, but none of that shit can stop theses, a hundred miles a minute, you betta eat ya spinach, cause these popeyes they pop eyes, all truth i do not lie